Winter

Winter's finally coming, two months delayed!! My nose was about to fall off. Why do we grow all these protrusions. Thankfully I don't have a tail or I might reel it around and tuck it into my back pocket. Imagine if we don't have a face, just a plain flat cobblestone with nothing on it. Wind chisels it into shape and carries away the fallen chips. The sweltering summer heat melts away the roughness and polishes up your cheekbones, your forehead. Finally when the rain comes, a small pool gathers in the hollow dents and crystallizes into human eyes. A face is borne out of seasons and lines grow deep with age.

冬天适合听GC的Timeless sleep, Sky, 冰封的味道。