She loved making snow angels. She loved the feel of the movement with cold snow underneath her body. She felt invigorated.
She was making her angels while singing the Smiths. The two things were somewhat opposite in how they framed her mindset. But they each jazzed her up. After finishing the angels, she headed to the gazebo and completely undressed. She then ran and jumped into the water. It was cold and she was alive. Alive and free. She licked the coldness and kept it close to her heart.
Categories: photography, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Mimi!!!
LikeLike
Thank you! And to you as well. Cheers
LikeLike
Old Anxieties Remembering
Those Who Have
Come and Gone
With Yuletide
Shores
Distant
In Sunset
Dreams once
Close.. Blessings
Of Loved One’s Stay
When Christmas Spirit Lost.. Brave of Love Holding On ‘till Ice
Melts
A
Tear
A Hug
To Souls
With no
Yuletide Spring..
Forgiveness for
Being Human
Holding
Hands
DarK Thru
LiGHT Ice
SKaTinG HEaRTS..:)
LikeLike
Polar bare?
LikeLike
Hehe. Yes….
Happy holidays
LikeLike
Merry Christmas
https://viglacerabm.com/lua-chon-voi-tam-hoan-hao-ban-da-biet
LikeLike