piglet

The city is hushed and poised, cheeks upturned to the frozen veil. Neighbor buildings look distant, turning up their misty collars, well-wrapped in fog scarves.

Snow falls on Brooklyn.

I am unfamiliar with these Northern winters. What comes next? Locusts?

I *almost* got to say, "I just made my first cafe latte!" But then I failed foam, and had to call in the house barista.

Mmm, tasty.

Popcorn! So buttery and salty, I must watch a movie.