Winter Quotes

Khione’s eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs—literally. Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared.

Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.

my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.