drinking milky black tea after dinner
reading When Things Fall Apart, and a book of Mary Oliver's poetry plucked from the library
listening to Billie Holiday and Miles Davis
watching The Weekly
wanting snow, snow, snow
loving clementines in the afternoon
needing a cozy weekend at home with him and a pot of soup
wearing stripes and sweaters
smelling winter candles -- gilded holly berries and cardamom
daydreaming of summertime walks with a baby
feeling grateful for -- and a bit unnerved by -- a pair of sixty degree days in January
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