Winter Apples

One of the loveliest blessings of winter is the late harvest. I love how the apples cling to the branches even after a night of wind; there's something admirable about their dedication to ripen.

Can't wait to travel and see the world. I am so hungary for knowledge, to see new places, to meet new people. If you feel this way, message me. I would love to talk, and if you ever come to Seattle, I would love to show you around.