October 2010
1 post
toska
There’s something about a Sunday. Something about this time of day, too. This temperature - the windows are cracked open and a not-as-cool-as-we’d-hoped, fall-ish breeze is anemically moving the air in the room. The curtains are gathered up to the side, making the windows look like giant, winking eyes.
Those once-amber window eyes are dimming, casting long bookshelftabletvchair shaped...