an early morning workout energizing her best ideas. the last morning at the magazine internship, polishing some writing for an upcoming issue. a few sweet goodbyes and leaving in the rain. picking up holiday ornaments in their decorative colours: hot pink, shimmering gold and hermes orange. a rainy, foggy afternoon for staying indoors and cleaning the home and tending to all of the little tasks. listening to the lastest edition of the monocle weekly, discussing world issues and design in tokyo. strong blue cheese wrapped in brown paper and twine handed to the birthday man with hugs and kisses. a table for twenty spread with yam fries and fish tacos and chinatown pizza and beers. a coffee buttercream cake with sparklers and candles and an out of tune song wishing a year of happiness. some conversation and a walk home after dinner in the dark. brisk, making poetry as they walked together, bouncing lines off of one another, savoring the short walk home - 'the winter air is intention. the winter air tastes like vulnerability. the winter air looks like tranquility. no, the winter air is attraction.' a brisk late evening walk is an exhilarating winter moment, and it is not even winter yet.
