The fire and the wine and the words in the air, alone, together, a blanket and a chair. They're talking about their future. He is stroking her hair and her eyes are heavy and she's drifting off to sleep. He looks outside, dark but light. The snow looks pure tonight.
cute lil pooch.
ReplyDeleteseems ideal. it doesn't snow in chch much.
That's my dog Kid. She died last year. That pic was from when we lived in Detroit circa about 2005
ReplyDeleteShe looks like a great dog, rolley.
ReplyDeletei like the picture of Kid and the words beneath it
ReplyDeletei hope she is in a warm place now