Home is a funny word
The wind snaps across my face as we climb higher up the hill. The snow stretches across the field, a winter wonderland. All I can hear is my racing heart as we finally get to the top. My breath comes out in short bursts.
The wind snaps across my face as we climb higher up the hill. The snow stretches across the field, a winter wonderland. All I can hear is my racing heart as we finally get to the top. My breath comes out in short bursts.