“I love to be naked” – Trees. There is some vulnerability in this season we call winter. It has two of my favorite things: apricity and leafless trees. Snow is
From the basket of memories. The blue has a sweet taste. I wanna say I have a strange relationship with color, but the same thing I can say about music,
The luxury of an outside view. It’s December 31st. Almost noon. I recently reached out to a friend of mine from Montreal and how it usually happens to people with