sunday sort of light - wednesday.

today i feel like eating dinner
in dimly lit corner
of a dimly lit restaurant.



i feel nostalgic for a time
i wasn't alive.
for a time when
doormen opened doors
and when elevators were manned.




when clothing was stitched by hand.
and when women wore hats
and thin leather gloves.





for a time
when people waited on the morning paper.





i feel like staying
in a colonial style hotel,
one with dark wooden stairs
mottled glass windows
and beautiful hardwood banisters.




one with a lovely tiled lobby.
where the concierge desk
is mahogany
and the chair behind
a dark chocolate
with a thick leather seat.




i feel like dropping my hotel key
at the front desk on the way out
for the day.
as sure not to loose
that single skeleton key.



i feel like
retreating to the lobby bar
after dinner.
the kind with a fire
and heavy curtains.



i feel like drinking champagne
or sherry
in beautiful stemware.



i feel like eating chocolate souffle.
and talking for hours
by candle light.




i feel like eventually
retreating back to my
beautifully made hotel bed.
then falling asleep to a crackling fire
amongst crisp white sheets.




i feel like traveling back
in time, to a time
that seems
so beautiful
to me.


i think i feel like a vacation.



the real kind.
the kind with room service
and adventure and romance.




how about you?
what would you do
if today
you could do anything
at all?




xox, n.

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none of the photos
are mine
they belong to this lovely lot:



Untitled
finished
Untitled
sweet relief.

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