A sunny day on a winter day is not something I wish for, because all I wish for in winter is snow, yet a sunny day on a winter day is a good excuse to wear something that’s not for a typical winter day. The wool culottes are my something for the day.
I wonder what’s yours.
When I wake up on a winter day and I am not in the Caribbean or something, I, sometimes, get confused when I see the sun in my bed. No offence, sun, you know better than anyone else that I am much more of a heat kinda lover than of a cold one, yet the snow has some sort of magic one can only feel in winter. And I love magic. Snow. It’s just for a couple of days a year that we get to be in awe of snow. Guess the number of days magic is here for!
Anyway, the sky is blue, the grass is green and everything in between.
I know, winter feels like three seasons in one sometimes. It’s cold af even without snow and even with a whole lotta sun.
The sky is blue.
Vanilla. The city is vanilla.
As soon as the sun and I hugged in bed in the morning, I knew I wanted to wear the culottes. They screamed out of the closet they wanted out. I am not kidding.
I usually wear them with a simple turtleneck, but then the turtleneck was asleep and the zipped merino cardigan was blinking and holding tight to the jacket. The Nikes were already waiting by the door and that was that!
I wasn’t planning on making a piece out of this, but something throughout the day and the light in the afternoon convinced me to. There was also the friend I exchanged some fun jokes with and that was that again, we were out taking pictures.
Now that was that!
For the designed by him watch and pictures, I stood still.
For mine, I enjoyed the empty holiday-bank streets and used the instant filter because this was instant af. The streets were so empty, it was like it was our own playground. The couple of minutes we took the shots in felt like playing. Like what playing feels like as we grow up. Kinda the same as when we were kids, only more fun. We get to feel more. Or maybe we feel just as much, only now we like to make connections, too.
However, let’s all praise the universe for keep doing some kind of magic that makes us feel just like back in the days. Only now it’s called work.
Not snow. You with me?
I didn’t get to tell him that day – we were too busy making fun – that wow, we get to do whatever it is we want to in a city that feels like ours for a couple of minutes. No one else, but us in it.
I am saying it now. Wow.
The sun was the witness on that winter afternoon. And so was the movie we went to after. Apparently, they’re friends. The sun and the cinema.
The jogging I did back to the car from the cinema, ooh! I knew why I wanted to wear sneakers on the day. I also knew why I were the culottes. Sneakers and culottes seem to be friends as well.
Yoo-hoo to friendship!