last week, a foggy berkeley morning
i am currently sitting next to the heater amongst boxes, alone in our apartment in san francisco. this morning, thomas and i woke up early to get coffee before work. we watched the rain fall and roll down the window while sinking our teeth into flaky, buttery pastries. i thought about what it would be like to fall in love with a city like this.
life has been a whirlwind spinning me in circles on pointed toes. i can’t wait to slow down and sift through all these photographs and scraps of writing. but until then, you can find me dancing tangles into my hair.