Grey or gray, that is the question.
So wan are we, so pale with care, like crushed florets under horses hooves we tread.
Anyway, I am dreaming of warmth, watches, the masons, coffee, maps, piers, pink glitter, envelopes, tape, wolves, blanket stitch, blueberry scented pens, cabled legwarmers, pewter shoes, grey button-downs, glaciers, nuclear, triangles, hoods, silver, crochet.
And other stuff as well. My dreams are eclectic, busy and ephemeral, I suppose that is the mark of a dream, a good dream. I dream.