mountain hare [in progress]

 

still the time for little white things,still winter, and frozen nights...
mountain hare [in progress]
"After I got across the road, I felt like I was sort of disappearing.It was that kind of crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sunout or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road." [The Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger]