Classy. Happy. And showing some tit. I didn’t think that was all possible… but I have been proven wrong.
Arising from my coffee
A spirit slowly shows
Tells his tales through his whispers
as he dances to and fro
And the mist of morning hides us
The last glisten of the fire is only ours to see
Through damp bark and pattered rain
only silence seems to be
But as it seems it never is
The midst sweetly calls to me
And the spirit will support her
with his whispers soft and strong
“Go see” is what he tells me
“for soon it will be gone.”
Found this beaut on garypeppergirl’s Instagram. Such wonderful Winter colors and fashion. Inspiring me to get out there in the cold!