this week i

met at the station after english class.  bought two tickets and some snacks.

arrived in the cool evening.

ate waffles, time for bed.

woke up to a view hidden by the night before.

climbed each of the seven hundred and fifty stairs.

made faces..

..probably not a proposal in the background.

went to town.

rented bikes.

shared an inside joke.

drank cold cinnamon cappuccinos, impersonated dogs who swallow bees.

headed back to the city, thirty fewer hours to live.