you’re leaning on a back railing on your fire escape. your great friend and collaborator is giving you gilded daggers out from her eyes, and for some reason, that’s exactly what you were looking for.
the winds are soft and temperate, and it’s the first day of winter. your shot is made, and she climbs back through the kitchen window. and then you follow, daggers still intact.
everything is great, and saturday has begun to come together nicely.