Fresh snow has a way of wiping the slate clean. Of covering up the blemishes, creating a blank canvas. It reminds me that the world carries on, marching to its own rhythm ignorant of my personal troubles, and that a fresh start is always possible.
Fresh snow has a way of wiping the slate clean. Of covering up the blemishes, creating a blank canvas. It reminds me that the world carries on, marching to its own rhythm ignorant of my personal troubles, and that a fresh start is always possible.
Flying Squirrel Outdoors