SheIn oversized t-shirt*/ Takko skirt*/ Primark scarf, bag/ Doc Martens/ Vintage coat
Winter - my most hated season of a year. At least that's what I thought until now, I always thought about disappearing in winter and coming back in spring - like a bear who hibernates.
This year's been different. It's been different in many ways, but what I've become aware of is the fact that, unconsciously, snow was oh so awated. As a friend who keeps coming back every single year, a friend whom you see a few times a year. A friend who says hi by sending you snowflakes whom you can dance with so easily. A friend during whos presence you snuggle into bed with a cup of hot tea and watch the daylight fade.
I've decided that that's what winter now means for me - a neverending friendship between you and me, with comebacks every year. Sorry for all the years that I didn't realize - I've probably been to young to even think of this possibility of friendship.
May you be welcome, dearest winter.