happy winter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

its on those nights

when in the very moment, 

you look at your best friend

and you both think

is this real? it seems to be too blissful.

happy was spilling every where

and staining everyone's faces.

it was one good night.

so good that,
 when you wake the next morning,

it all comes flooding back

 and it leaves a smile on your remembering lips.
 

it was real and it was your happy life.

 

 

 

(shots taken by my 12 year old sister)