Happy New Year

Meteo Aug 2015

I saw you in seasons...

 

I saw you in winter,

and thought of tree branches feathered by starlight in poorly lit neighborhoods. A hearth where the more honest parts of myself, I am bared fetal, warmed upon, welcomed.

 

*3 seasons to go Baby Girl. Special TY to Morgan for so many great shoes even though you can't see the great Bert tennis shoes I'm wearing. That's right tux-and-tens it's a thing*

Done