Where is she gone?

I was on fitting rooms today. Didn't know where to put my aching mind.
All the things in her flat still got her scents and atmosphere around them. Everything looks like she's just gone out to get some milk. Even a tea cup with a golden vignette engraved on it.

Smoky air.

*It smells like spring in the streets.
*His hair looks like Howl’s, I realised it earlier today.

This morning's light

wasn't as painful as it normally is, but still hurt my eyes a little bit. The awakening was early, but nice and odd. oddd. *-*