You look pale.
I’m just a little cold.
Hang in there, spring is coming.
I don’t know if I’ll make it.
You have to.
So we can thaw out in the warm sun,
Wilt in the summer heat,
And be blown away together,
By the autumn winds.
Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid
She's Susanne, he's Sasan. She takes pictures, he writes words. We call it our "Growing Old Together" project... read more...