My sparrow friend wants more bread.

Rain.
There better be no more Christmas
decorations come February.

The weather was so beautiful yesterday. The clouds fluffed and towered in the blue sky without blocking the sun from my face as I soaked it all in.
This morning as I left to buy vegetables for soup and a baguette for my unappeasable bread crave, I was met by that Parisian rain-spit and a heartbreaking grey while the cold mercilessly invaded my body and deep within my bones, something foretold of snow. Thais longs to see a snow covered Paris before she leaves. She has eight days but I have a good feeling…