concept: it is a rainy autumn morning. though it is cold outside, it is warm in this bed next to you. i snuggle up to you and you wrap your arms around me. our dogs nails tap against the floorboards in our small, plant and light filled apartment. they jump on our bed, laying by our feet. you pull me closer and kiss my shoulder. i am content.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” -Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
spotted some old fashion vending machines.
まだこの飲み物は飲めるのかな。。