Something about the sunshine glistening off the pretty notebook and blinding white notebook paper, chasing after said pieces of notebook paper when the wind lifts it from beneath your fingertips, and the warmth of the concrete seeps through the seat of your jeans. Yes, I prefer the sidewalk rather than a chair. I am a weirdo.
|Yes, I am barefoot. It was that or Christmas socks today...I chose no socks thankyouverymuch.|