' TIS THE SEASON.

LEAVES.

MANGO CAKE.

CAFE MARY GRACE.

The December breeze came in late this year.
Lined-up cold weather sweatshirts and jackets went pfffft and forgotten.
Tweeds and heavy cardis are all but a pigment of your imagination.
And then mornings became cooler, gentle winds caressing and playing with your hair.
Now longing for a cup of hot cocoa and curled up brunches consisting of waffles with sliced fresh fruits,
and a heaping serving of whipped cream;
Bacon and sunny side ups, almost duplicating your
Pinterest board of what December should be.
And then a heavy brick sort of hits you because another year's
beginning and you're whisking and slicing and beating up resolutions.
Dessert Street? Crap. Hell yeah.

I miss my sister and i miss her pulling me out of bed and asking me to help her organize another party
and share her party spirit ala Elle Woods.