Sky colored in washed blue. A seagull with pink wings colored by sun rays. First frost on magnolia’s leaf. A girl with enormous scarf. A little dog in a fur jacket. Crumbled thin ice. Snow looking like clumped icing sugar. It’s still green here. Not hooray-it-is-still-warm green, more cup-of-hot-chocolate-please green.
Anticipation is here.
It's November.
Sometimes it's all that matters. Get a chance, use it wise.
Endorphins are here.Feeling down? Go ice skating.Feeling tired? Go ice skating.Just broke up? Go ice skating.
Here we go again.
Not a new thing. Late evening walk in unusual warm December.
It's feel nice. To share a little bit of fun with little Danish elfs (lille nisser) on ice.
It makes me feel better.
Sometimes I feel like this, too
Patience. The virtue I don't possess.