Caramel Apple Cider and Snow.
A snowy day in early March Buffalo.
I went into starbucks and looked at the menu.
Some weird recent habit of mine made me order Caramel Apple Cider.
I bought my drink, and took a sip.
And a familiar statement pop out from my head.
"Isn't it good if they serve warm apple juice?"
Min, my colleague in FSA.
And I told her that she's foolish.
Because there's no such thing as warm apple juice.
And today I sipped on one.
It tasted interesting, in a way magical.
I feel flowers blooming, gnomes and pixies hopping around.
When I took a sip.
Everything become even magical when Matt smiled.
It's a feelingwarminaminkcoatinaterribleblizzard type of smile.
And snowing seemed extremely so not irritating for once.
I went into starbucks and looked at the menu.
Some weird recent habit of mine made me order Caramel Apple Cider.
I bought my drink, and took a sip.
And a familiar statement pop out from my head.
"Isn't it good if they serve warm apple juice?"
Min, my colleague in FSA.
And I told her that she's foolish.
Because there's no such thing as warm apple juice.
And today I sipped on one.
It tasted interesting, in a way magical.
I feel flowers blooming, gnomes and pixies hopping around.
When I took a sip.
Everything become even magical when Matt smiled.
It's a feelingwarminaminkcoatinaterribleblizzard type of smile.
And snowing seemed extremely so not irritating for once.
