December’s Eve

I stare blankly at the night outside the glass window finding the right words to say to the girl sitting quietly before me, my hands clenched tight against the cold albeit my body clothed with a sweater.

MidnightI stare blankly at the night outside the glass window finding the right words to say to the girl sitting quietly before me. My hands are clenched tight against the cold, albeit my body clothed with a sweater. Continue reading “December’s Eve”