I do not like the harsh freezing winds of winter. With every attempt to cover myself, the bitter cold will sneak its way in under my skin reminding me that one must embrace this time of life. For some it only lasts a short time, but for others it can be
My blond hair phase. My first year of college. Cross-country running. My first attempt at street witnessing. Crocs. My attempt at owning a flower shop. My second year of college. Taking tap dancing classes. Thinking I could cook cookies without a recipe. Quilting. Watching Anna Karenina. Trying to draw faces. Gardening.