Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
While I spend every free moment dancing my spring dance, hoping for the snow to melt, there are other guys crossing their fingers for winter and cold to last.
Warmth will melt their lives away. Sure, melting ice is a hot topic for them.
I passed these guys when I walked home from work yesterday.
My smile was warm enough to melt their toes.
