Curate, connect, and discover
my breath in clouds
the snow crunching beneath my feet
the sting of cold air on my ears
the moon, full amidst the clouds and fog
brick buildings and warm lighting
colourful stained glass and pure white snow
soft music, I see them sitting atop a snow pile
hushed voices, subtle glances
a moment of tranquility in bustling city life
quietly shared with you