Mar 20, 2010 11:06
I love these hours, before.
Threaded with anticipation, heart humming, every movement precise and deliberate. Choices made, rejected, chosen again. Opinions, laughter, singing in front of the mirror, stepping lightly across the paving stones outside. Testing the weather, picking up, discarding, all the while smiling.
It goes so slowly, and then all of a sudden it's now, and I'm running down the steps in my pretty pink shoes, bag over one shoulder, and gone.
i've missed this