Cold snow that melts against the windows of a warm house, only to freeze again. Every window in my home bore the texture of frozen rain.
Where snow meets ice, sights from the window sill
Through the Looking Glass
The winter of 2023. I spent that season indoors, in my room, in my solitude and routine. The last bit of calm. I used to love winters, and I realized that it was because of how it felt from the comfort of my home. I realized, you can only love the cold when you have somewhere warm to be. Remembering the way winter looked, how it felt, from the warmth of my home.