Her eyes shimmer like snow coated evergreens on a foggy winter morning, hair that flows with an ombré reminiscent of the leafs in fall.
With a smile that’s warmer than the summer sun you’d never know that her kiss is softer than springs afternoon sprinkles.
If you passed her walking on the street, you’d get a slight whiff of daisies or daffodils and you might even dare think to yourself.
She wears the seasons better than Mother Nature herself.











