grey
waste not, want not
The sky is grey for days, the blanket of clouds sits above us. It’s hard to tell where the snow stops and the horizon begins. The days are cold and short. Though we miss the sun, we’re grateful for d…
The sky is grey for days, the blanket of clouds sits above us. It’s hard to tell where the snow stops and the horizon begins. The days are cold and short. Though we miss the sun, we’re grateful for d…