▪ ▪ ▪ cold season.
(. his hands are chilled to the bone, brittle with the winter's cold but he's always been one to let the season sink into his limbs. his sweater doesn't do much to guard him from the chill, but he much prefers it that way -- he is a man who is in love with the winter, the purity of snow in untouched fields and ice that drips from rooftops that glint rainbows in the sun. it's been awhile since he's taken out his camera and it only seems fitting that he'd use it to capture the white of snow in the cold season -- he holds the familiar weight of the camera in his hands, eyes scouring the landscape for something in particular to capture. and that's when he sees a girl in the distance, her hair tugged haphazardly by the winter wind just looking up at the sky.
there is the click, and this moment is captured forever by the lens of a camera. *)
