Delicate snowflakes are falling outside my window. I’m mesmerized by their gentle descent, like a lacy dusting of confectioner’s sugar — God’s kiss on His valentine to the world.
Delicate snowflakes are falling outside my window. I’m mesmerized by their gentle descent, like a lacy dusting of confectioner’s sugar — God’s kiss on His valentine to the world.
what the heck? i thought it was supposed to be in the sixties back home! explain…
love,
luke
Explain?
I guess God didn’t get the memo from the weatherman.