I suppose the cold has inspired a longing for a spring breeze.  The thrill of running barefoot down a grassy hill with a best friend, and an enviable secret.

Ever felt that sensation?

Running against the wind; the moment, the secret, it’s mine,  just mine.

Published by elenacaravela

My world is a wonder of visual candy and foreboding shadow shapes vying every waking moment for my full attention.

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