january 20
untouched snow tempts me. it tempts me not to touch it for preservation of the pure. but only slightly less than it tempts me to just messy up the hell out of it. which i did after i took this photo. and i regretted the 12F feels. ouch.
untouched snow tempts me. it tempts me not to touch it for preservation of the pure. but only slightly less than it tempts me to just messy up the hell out of it. which i did after i took this photo. and i regretted the 12F feels. ouch.
