It snowed a little and everything was gloomy.


It snowed a little and everything was gloomy.
So happy to see this little one!
Actually, I haven’t started my new job yet. Soon!
Ahhh how nice.
I want to know what happened.
I count your rings.
You can’t hide much,
Broken like this.
Not in these pictures:
The sound of icy rain clicking on the unfallen leaves
The slipperiness of the paths
The perfect loneliness of the woods on such a stormy day
How much I needed it
Once, once upon a time
The consolations of imagination are not imaginary consolations.
— Maria Tatar