snow in february

it's 4:20.

snow's falling, Dan Auerbach lulls me into that snow-in-february-when-you're-inspired-to-do-nothing-but-clean-your-room-whilst-listening-to-some-good-ol'-rock-n'roll-and-smoke-joints kinda feeling. winter's end sinking deep into my bones, feeling good and ready for spring.

thick wet snowflakes of this season's hopelessly romantic side whirl madly to the cold, cold earth. i could stare for hours out this window, hypnotized. staying indoors means falling into a creative coma... a productive comatose state. enraptured by art and craft.

yes.

quite content with cold black coffee, my passion for hedonism and everything in between.

and you.(?)