Flying Solo And Drinking Red Wine On Monday Noon? Priceleeess

March 09, 2015

Unless sharing with the one, you know me. An ode to a sunny, clear blue sky day.

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I’m taking pictures and it may seem lame. It’s not! Pictures are so fun! Even when alone, sitting next to a very hip stranger and the very loud music in his headphones. Oh, I can do better! He only has water. I’m having wine and I’m listening to this:

Some songs enter your life and posses all these different meanings in different situations. Music takes you places even faster than wine does.

Great, now I think he can see what I’m writing here. Oh, this is pure joy! Oh, hello there… Hey, hello… Yes, you!

I feel like saying Hi, in writing, here. He might not see it, but what if he does. A whole blank sheet of paper is in front of me, after all, and I feel like writing about anything anyway, so here. Hi! Yup, I think he sees it, I just glimpsed. Ha, gotcha! It has to be something, not just anything.

So here I am. Now. High above the world. Or this is what it feels like. It’s not the wine. Not this quick, at least. I can see the horizon. Wow, I can actually see the horizon! No cloud, no nothing! A little curvy and all. Is it the wine now? Nope, I don’t think so. It’s just very clear. The sky, the line, the light.

Btw, do you know that a glass of red wine equals to an hour of exercising? Especially on a plane. One, most definitely, can’t do the daily sun salutation on a plane now, could one? Oh, these French people and their wine. Of course one can. Anything. It’s something, not just anything.

It’s the little things and the little things are never little, my friend. The stranger from above? We just toasted the small bottles. He just got wine, too. So, I guess this is what ~this~ thing is. A moment to enjoy remembering about.

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Hey, this is Cristina Pavelescu wearing a music cassette sweater, decoding (life) style and writing from wherever, yet always living in OZ, a world I invite you into. To smile in front of our screens (and live one day), put any kind of questions, answer in writing (or imagination) and marvel at fashion which is, in fact, style.


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