Maybe it is the weather in Salt Lake City. Maybe it is the heavy, whipped-cream like lid that is hovering from my lungs to the mountain tops. Maybe it is January. Maybe it is the grey that is penetrating every pore in my constantly chilled skin.
All I want is pretty. And sad. And sweet. Something to provide warmth from within.
I found these guys – Farewell Milwaukee
Get into it, people. It will make breathing a bit easier.