Oh winter come, come and greet us with your warmth and ice cold blanket of snow

We could dance in the twirls of snow until the nightingale sings it's lullaby and spring is upon us. And we could stare into the black water and ponder about what wonders is hiding beneath the surging surface, safe away from the cold above. And on those starry nights we might spot the northern lights and wish for the sun to hibernate for a long long time to come.



I hate desperate housewives.