I am trying to write potery that soothe my soul. Snow is killing my vibe.
😮 theres hardly anything more poetic than snow! The way it folds gently around nature's voluptuous curves! 🥰 the blizzard snow, in sheets of white, did you know Eskimos have many words for snow like we do rain?
Imagine the snow's blanket, making everything look pure and new. A delicate and beautiful purity, if only for a little while, until the sun comes back.