Woke up awfully early this morning.
I watched TV, I browsed through websites, I tried on new dresses, I ate a protein bar, I weighed myself. I charged earphones. I lay on the couch changed a hundred positions.
Then the light came in, I just realized it is Spring already, sun comes out much earlier.
Made a cup of coffee, then everything seems quiet down a bit.
A book I found in a second hand bookstore. Some sort of minty yet woody air hit my nose, that one kind you can only find in old books. I can’t help myself but breathing quietly.
A book made for YSL 1983 New York exhibition.
How many styles are out there in the wild world, I find it funny that there aren’t many. Every single kind I ever loved is in this book.
Oh, the milk I put in the coffee, is a week past the”best by”.