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.
Here you go, something as pretty as my city.