winter warmth

I like the fat snowflakes that fell onto my eyelashes.

I like the small asian girl that came into one of my classes with fluffy gray earmuffs that were as big as her head.

I liked the porridge I made with almond milk, lemon peel, cinnamon, and brown sugar.

I liked the surprise of my lovely outfit with I put on with my usual method of which clothes are near the top of the drawer, and which, when I walked past a mirror turned out to be simple and cute, with elegant lines, and a silhouette a bit like an old-school sailor.