Took a spontaneous cancel-all-your-afternoon-plans trip to Williamsburg earlier this week.
It was the perfect break from all the holiday craziness.
Met a really nice man named Hadley, the owner of Mermaid Books, whose wife (fun fact) used to be a trapeze artist. The sharing of this fact was a result of me placing a copy of Peter Pan on the counter to purchase.
He was one of those interesting people who seem to be able to talk about any sort of subject or topic you might choose to discuss at any given moment.
I will definitely be visiting his lovely shop again.
(Not to mention Billie Holiday was playing as I walked in so of course I was instantly in love.)
The weather was wet and rainy but it was that perfect light kind of rain that falls in the misty blueness of a winter evening that you don't really mind so long as you have a hood or an umbrella to, mostly, shield you from it.
It was a day that felt like Christmas.
And I've found that as I've gotten older, those days are fewer and farther between.
So when I'm able to experience such a day, I hold onto it as tightly as I can.