your city is a wonderland
I always forget how much I like this place.
Its proud trees, strong colours, people who smile and hold your hand for no reason. Its inexplicably better coffee. The way everyone's a lovely somebody between the ages of 21 and 35, and girls actually see me, here.
Singing Meatloaf on a street corner, top volume. Doing the sprinkler dance. Feeling rain soak through my hair over the course of an hour's walk.
I'm wearing my Boston boots. So cozy.