by Wanda Johansson » Mon Mar 12, 2018 6:55 pm
Wanda, bundled appropriately against the cold, moved through the wooded grounds, a new small notebook and pencil in hand. She inhales deeply of the air and lets out a contented sigh. She stops, looking up through branches of the tree and seems to see something that catches her eye because she pops the notebook open to the first page and begins sketching the branches onto the blank page.
((Open))