You don't choke on the winter's end

The air was cold but the sun shone, I was feeling sick so my mom, my little doggy Sofie and I went for a walk and picknick in the icy woods. She stuffed three big garbage bags with brown leaves for her garden, Sofie ran around like Cujo until her legs were tired and I filled my lungs with the fragrant air and collected samples of moss to press.

♥ Anne