From the fifth floor down.
A room in the old part of the hotel.
Vintage bed frame.
Florals.
Sometime I’ll compare this image with the photo of the remains of my Mothers first typewriter, which I lost in the fire.
Not an orb to be seen.
Morning view.
Burlwood.
Waiting.
Fresh flowers.
Curves.
Handled.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • A quiet day
  • Backup offers
  • Cat snuggles
  • Decent yet exotic and entertaining dreams