• dreamely 20w

    A lonely tree by the river, waiting for a walker.
    Who would stop at it, grasp the frosty twig, marvel at its beauty.
    Who would turn to look, stop at the side of the road, take their steps to the bank of the river.
    You would feel the mist wrapping around in the freezing morning, sticking to the tree trunk and radiating at the same time

    Dreamely