Day 115

Confession: I still have hope it might snow before winter is over.

As a child, those nights peering out my window from bed meant more to me than just peaceful ambience. It was respite. A pause in something I couldn’t contain. A weight off my back.

If you also felt this, I see you.

Sound of the day: Even Vogel – Snow Falling https://youtu.be/jWx78GRp5Wc?si=-j9woea1Rr3xvbzD