argyrials: In February, when the days were mostly milky, snow twirling like ash and covering what once was verdant. Yet there were those mornings when the sun would break through the clouds and bathe me light. It’s strange to look back at that time,
argyrials: In February, when the days were mostly milky, snow twirling like ash and covering what once was verdant. Yet there were those mornings when the sun would break through the clouds and bathe me light. It’s strange to look back at that time,
