People dressed up for a snow storm. Snowflake prints, fluffy hoods. Boots, ankle and knee high. Cold wind pushing along the fallen leaves.
And here I am, trying to prolong the use of my favourite sandals.
At least there are women in cardigans, children walking to school without their jackets, sunglasses, bare legs, harem trousers, people lingering in no rush, short sleeve shirts, car windows open. My shoulders don’t feel as lonely now.
I have warm arms, a warm middle and a belly full of warm tea, while the podcast Accused is playing from my phone. Waiting for James while I people watch and write. A few of my favourite things.