i like this lady worn with her highest pearl buttoned. it is easy for me to feel a womanly one in the summer with sandals strapped on tan feet, with long dresses dragging on the ground, but harder sometimes in januarys that stretch on. i'd like to live in a world with alternating weeks of april & october. days that are cool, with sun bursts intermittently, to never hear the word frigid escape my lips. enough rain to think straight, but not enough to go crazy. the world caught between flower swarms & tall stalks in fields of wilting grass.
that is my favorite world to think about.