When i can go back to december all the time
Beacause i can
When i can still remeber the first fall of snow
When trees hasn't got leaves.
When there is no fogg but its turns out there is ice
When there is bones
And gates
And letters
And candles
And only chilly mornings and evenings
And full moon
And sorry neckleses
And sleepy blankets
And glines
And wet pastels colors
And paintings
And skyes
And cacao with white strokes
And pilows
And watching home alone, and harry poter again and all the christmas movies
And sockes are too long too warm
And sauna
And massage
And breathe
And big boots because there is snow everywhere
And of course glowy blush on my cheekboones
And christmas gifts
Christmas tree in the forst
Christmas shopping
And fire places
