Alina Happy Hansen

The air is frigid and clings to me with a biting mouth on my entire body. My coat is too thin and my hat is not my good hat, it is my spare. My scarf dangles in the wind, its worn out threads falling, trailing behind me giving me little to no warmth. I am…

Paper lined and placed on top of the desk it flutters in the breeze of an open window. Empty and wordless it waits to be written on or to return to the ground where it came.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Sky thick with smoke a flame burns somewhere traveling up into the air and away into another land.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Sun trickles through the blinds leaving hot stripes across the carpet floor. Wandering my feet find warmth in the patterns of sunlight on the floor.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina