Existential Crisis

BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY   Slowly the arm of Winter creeps along the grass, the frosted flowers shivering in the chill before the powdered coloured dawn. The trees begin to dance, their bareness showing their beauty as the leaves applaud from the ground. The season on display, lights entwining needle-filled branches as red berries dot their bows. The world rushing into darkness as if it is … Continue reading Existential Crisis