Waiting for the frost.
Later that day later that year.
An odd kind of carnival.
Old balconies, fresh snow.
Watching in silence.
Gateways.
Nowhere, everywhere.
The ever-bright night.
Waiting for the frost.
Later that day later that year.
An odd kind of carnival.
Old balconies, fresh snow.
Watching in silence.
Gateways.
Nowhere, everywhere.
The ever-bright night.