My shopping is complete and all things are where they should be.
There's something to be said about the cliche of drinking hot substances while loosing yourself in a window; love the sky when it cries.
And though my pants are soaked through, my jacket forced to befriend my dryer and my hair forced back to it's natural way (curly) ...I love these days.
To frolic aimlessly in the black and white mess...
So consistent, so comforting.
Oh, how I love these gloomy Friday's!