full mermaid

Ambling home along the black ice, stoic heart beating in time with the marching of able limbs. Thrust some words together, make them count.

We warmed our feet by the fireplace and played with chaise lounge psychology. Merlot stained lips, my favourite. Sideways bobby-pin for overgrown bangs and my hair gets more cape-like every day. It is a pretty waiting game, this winter. I am so perfectly, wildly content with a cold nose and warm feet, sliding my way across the winter sidewalk.

Here you go, something as pretty as my city.