musebysentence Advent 3. Snow
Dec. 7th, 2009 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The once-dark-haired man's expression is soft as he watches his son's black curls bob up and down against the snow as the boy bounds across it to his friend, the narrow trail too tiny for his momentum.