It’s freezing! My brain only wants to think of blankets and fireplaces and hot drinks (is it too early for gluhwein?) and cats and books and marshmallows.
Luckily, I have three of that list with me right now. Guess which…
(If this were my bed, I’d still be in it. The photograph was styled by Kråkvik and D’Orazio for Elle Magazine UK.)
Summer cherries in winter, flown here from far away.
Six months ago I picked cherries off trees, filling a basket, a bucket, my mouth, with sun-warmed fruits coloured red, violent crimson and almost-orange. My fingers were stained for two days afterwards.
These tasted pale in comparison.
I know, I know, my carbon footprint is a carbon foot stomp.