rawesome1

Cast not aside this time of winter gloom. Though its frozen fingers grasp tightly upon the very essence of our existence. Looming deadly at the last gasps of autumns hold, it takes over as a thief in the night and camps deeply in the bitter bare forests of the playgrounds of our youth. Branching forth its icy tentacles deep into our very souls we succumb to the numbing chill of its gripping stranglehold. It can suck the life out of our lungs as we struggle to breathe, blasting us relentlessly with a wind so fierce our conscience falls victim to it's frozen spree. It can gently coat our minds in a beautiful blanket of fresh falle