The street is filled with shrieking children and the odd delighted dog. Their footprints bruise the fresh-fallen snow amid a volley of snowballs. Laughter and pink cheeks bring colour to the bleached scene while the snow continues to fall.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
1 comment:
Seriously, like little tone-poems. SO lovely.
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