The tiny peck of black

It was not cold. Not at all. I now realize that when I wore the striped dress, it was totally inappropriate and I could have caught a serious cold. This was the only serious snow this season, and it's already melting. But hey, why now appreciate what we have while it lasts?







No name everything, and that's the oldest and dearest silk men's shirt I have. It's ripped and stained and I can't let it go.