40 degrees, where did you go? You showed up long enough to melt the snow in the streets, send sheets of ice careening off of rooftops, and start up some rain. Then you hightailed it out of here and the sidewalk froze and I'm shuffling out to my car, hoping I don't take a digger before I can get some salt on the front walk. Come back, baby. It was better when you were here.
Morning off, where did you go? I jogged you around the track, through the weight room, and up and down the aisles of the grocery store. Your sweet love inspired me to reorganize the plastic bag drawer. It used to be packed to overflowing with bags. Now it's got two old yogurt tubs stuffed with 1) target bags and 2) vegetable bags. Because you helped me get this done, I ain't mad at you. However, I would appreciate having one more hour to drink some more tea before I have to go teach people how to sing. It's so cold out there, morning baby, and I still haven't showered. Also, thank you for leading me to these:
From the NYPL Digital Gallery, with "textile design" as the search.