Ice upon windows is beautiful. At night that can be hard to remember as I shiver under the covers. But in the morning when the wintry sun strikes the delicate forms layered upon the glass … well, that’s a whole different situation, isn’t it? 😉
Ice upon windows is beautiful. At night that can be hard to remember as I shiver under the covers. But in the morning when the wintry sun strikes the delicate forms layered upon the glass … well, that’s a whole different situation, isn’t it? 😉
Tracey in Maine 