Each season's landscape and light has it's own spectrum of colors, perhaps because the pallet of winter's landscape is spare, it's light is so varied.
Frosty breath, snowflakes
strangers traveling the streets
under it's warm glow
its, well its not a telestitch
OPPS it's not a telestitch it's something I made up, or may-be it is something else. Poetry fascinates me. Puzzles fascinate ...
