This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea
My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
to carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love
They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so I have been told.
And so begins. The magical transformation, that only could be done so gracefully by God's hand. I love to watch the seasons change. To see His creativity that creates living masterpieces.
I took these two photos before my New York City trip. Oh how different campus looks today. We've yet to see a large snowfall, but I am hopeful for all that arrives with winter..
•the holidays • my birthday • formal • cookies • parties • snuggling under big blankets, lol • watching holiday movies • tea drinking • tights and boots and mittens
(lyrics and song by Sara Bareilles)
