“Winter is the only true season of touching. In winters, no matter how efficiently you dress up, a raindrop will find you. Fogs will enshroud you and leave their wetness on your face. Dry, cold air will crack your lips. As you inhale, mist will touch your nostrils and the inside of your throat. You will feel winter’s touch on the backs of your ears. Winter’s physicality reaches everywhere.”
my obsession with this photo is unbelievable actually. i cannot believe im not there right this moment i cant believe im not standing under that bridge surrounded by small houses and nature. unbelievable
