White Sweater: Aeropostale.
Houndstooth Mini: Thrifted.
Boots: H&M.
Lipstick in MAC's Russian Red.
I feel like winter has the ability to help me think clearly. The crisp air slices like a sharp edged knife when I leave for classes in the morning, the snow falls gently, building up on my coat in the afternoon, and everything is still and silent as I walk home at night. It's during these little moments that I walk through the stages of my every day life that I think and observe. The fog of warmth is gone from me and it's like I'm given 20/20 vision to see the world through a different (steamed up) looking glass.
I feel differently, see differently, listen differently. It's this odd time where pieces and parts come together as I'm walking through this little miracle throughout the day that God allows to happen. I'm increduous. I've lived in Ohio my whole life and have had more than enough experience with winter and snow but yet, I find myself in awe during the first of it. This child like wonder that something so beautiful and fresh can happen. It changes a little part of me inside and I'm not quite sure what that part is, but it's changed.
For some reason I have a hunch it's hope. I have more hope when winter roles around. You would think the opposite as the days grow shorter and dearier, but not for me. When the chill hits that makes me breath in deeply and feel my very alive heart beat beating; I can't imagine not having hope just for everything. Anything. The freshness of everything leaves me wanting to stand outside in the bitter cold just to think and wonder.
With much love, Lauren.
