The time between.


Obscured by clouds and firmly in the southern sky it’s time to let go those summer dreams and do a little dance for the snow to fly. Early November always feels like a long wait for winter and an even longer wait for summer.

4 thoughts on “The time between.

    1. No way, I love winter. Well at least when I can get out and play in the snow. What I dislike is being stuck in the city on a fine winters day. We are lucky here to have both snow and sunshine instead of snow and grey.

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