It is freezing. It is weather like this that makes you think Hell can't be all that bad, at least it's warm. It is weather like this that makes you consider trading in your sister for an electric-snuggie. It is weather like this that makes me regret living in a shed.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near.
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.**
but instead of 'little horse' let's say 'dinner friends', and replace 'to stop without a farmhouse near' with 'to wear bright summer clothes'. And there we have it - bright clothing on 'the darkest (and coldest) evening of the year.'
HoneyBunnies do you see those lacey puff cuff sleeves? You're feelin it aint you?
Dora exploring her way around delicious tapas and fine cocktails.
My recently finished passport case//closeup of lovely layered tights.
Stay safe young ones. Those in Melbourne - avoid frostbite!
O' Vietnam in 11 days how sweet it will be!
**I know that poem's a metaphor for depression. No - I'm not depressed, just partial to some Bobby.
