snow雪中花

it is the smell of renewing. it is a journey from foggy grey to clear white, somewhat scandie clean, somewhat mongolian ruddy.

it is the perfect time of year for comfort class style, any top with thumb holes. any hat with ears (pink!), any pants that go loose, any bag that form- fits to the body. any boy that pays for outdoor spring bath. then sunset, then a quiet with- lover breakfast.
today i renew my pleadge of love in the silent ceremony.

happy anniversary of fortune telling.