Lettuce, chips, cold weather, I like the word. Fresh!
Susie
Crisp air hits my lungs, cold, cutting, breath comes out like a dragon in defense, frost starts forming galaxies before my windshield wipers banish them and then they try again.
The air in the morning was cold and crisp. The wind was strong and bit into her cheeks. This is unusual for a tropical country she thought, and worried about the ice covered vegetables and fruis.
Lettuce, chips, cold weather, I like the word. Fresh!
Crisp air hits my lungs, cold, cutting, breath comes out like a dragon in defense, frost starts forming galaxies before my windshield wipers banish them and then they try again.
The air in the morning was cold and crisp. The wind was strong and bit into her cheeks. This is unusual for a tropical country she thought, and worried about the ice covered vegetables and fruis.