Snowflakes fall, a gentle descent from the sky,
Winter's magic weaves its spell, as time goes by.
A pristine landscape blanketed in white,
Nature's masterpiece, a breathtaking sight.
Silent whispers carried by the icy breeze,
Whispering tales of a season at ease.
Frost-kissed windows, a shimmering embrace,
Cozy hearths crackling, a warm fireplace.
Footprints in the Snow, a story to Tell,
Of adventures embarked, in this wintry spell.
Icicles hanging, like crystalline art,
Sparkling diamonds, capture each heart.
Nature's lullaby, a hushed serenade,
Winter's symphony, in silence, conveyed.
In this tranquil world, where dreams take flight,
Winter's enchantment, a magical delight.
About the Creator
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Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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