The nights grow dark far too quickly, or should that be days?
Winter’s grip on the days is palpably stronger with the feel of the winds from Siberia. They are not stopped by the Urals, as the mountains are not a complete barrier and the Russian cities in between.
Darkness absorbs all far too easily and the shadows are fingers in the lights until they take hold of everything. I’m absorbed too, and into my mind those fingers clamber and catch my thoughts and hopes.
Darkness absorbs all far too easily and the shadows are fingers in the lights until they take hold of everything. I’m absorbed too, and into my mind those fingers clamber and catch my thoughts and hopes.