It feels like winter out here. The wind is freezing my fingers and toes, nose and cheeks. The frogs in the field behind are croaking. It’s just me out here, with the first star and the last light of day.
— Catherine
It feels like winter out here. The wind is freezing my fingers and toes, nose and cheeks. The frogs in the field behind are croaking. It’s just me out here, with the first star and the last light of day.
— Catherine