the sun playing in pine boughs, casting stories across the snow.
when the gum-snapping, cigarette-stenched person on the treadmill next to me aborted mission to move elsewhere. (i do hope the 40 minutes of chomping at 3.0 miles an hour is part of the smoking cessation program,. that was me, once.)
what the world looks like through new, updated prescription, glasses.
posted by wendy