Ah the romance of a sweet old typewriter! Your great novel is still there, just under the surface. You'll write it someday!
Don't we all have at least a tiny secret wish that we lived stylish, exciting lives in Paris? I know I do.
If you can't get away to scale the snowy peaks, you can at least wear them.
Ah, the tree is so serene and quiet and just enjoying the day. This is a lesson I could stand to learn today.
He's always aware of what's going on, never blinking. You can feel safe with this dude around.
Who says that honoring death can't be cute?
Sometimes you just want to be a fox with a bouffant, you know?