WINTER WREATH

Rustle of fire, tastes of hot apple juice and cinnamon. Softness of snow. Woolen blankets and a book. While the weather feels like it stopped to work for a while. But it is just so cold that it takes all the sounds and movement away.

The sky is the same color as the ground all day long. In the morning dark, during the day white as the snow. Afternoon it turns dark through blue once again.

Thank you so much for every word, in postcards, emails and comments, even some with your own paintings! They have surprised me, thank you! Thank you!

Stay warm and enjoying.

Hearts,

Anna Emilia