Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
When winter is an idea and home is where the central heating is; when frost holds no fear for the English wanderer; take the snow and make it your plaything. Forget the empty, useless roads and take joy in being stuck at home. This was as far as we got in the snow- just to the end of the estate, and though it was no far flung adventure our intrepid explorer loved every minute. We’ve all (sensibly) taken a day off work tomorrow and looking at the flakes flying past the window it doesn’t look like we’ll be traveling too far again. But for Nathan, the slightest journey is a walk of wonder in this white and weirdly silent world.
That’s lovely. Such a magical look on Nathan’s face.
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