Let the mountains have the night.
Boots by the door. A chair close to the warmth. Beyond the glass, the world turns white.
There will be roads to follow tomorrow. For now, there is this room, this light, and the comfort of being safe.






Boots by the door. A chair close to the warmth. Beyond the glass, the world turns white.
There will be roads to follow tomorrow. For now, there is this room, this light, and the comfort of being safe.





