this morning.
windows down.
i traveled.
to a wood-topped table.
and good company.
i sipped.
a latte.
that the gods would appreciate.
and gobbled down.
egg sandwiches.
and balsamic salads.
and fig cookies.
the afternoon led my sandaled feet.
down brick roads.
to flowered.
anthropologie storefronts.
and little shops of knick-knacks.
while the evening.
lent itself.
to lit candles.
and crisp catalogs.
ginger tea.
and cool breezes.
*
i'll be dreaming.
big.
glacial.
icelandic dreams.
tonight.
lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhere is that divine- looking sandwich from?! Since you mention Anthro, I'm guessing somewhere in Bham?
ReplyDeleteoooh that sandwhich looks to die for! yum!
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