Blazing sunsets. The scritch-scratch of a fountain pen. Long walks through crisp, cool air. The crunch of dried leaves under boots. Brushing your hand over blanket-soft grass. Cobblestones beneath ancient, gothic buildings. The warm scent of baking bread. Mist-hidden hills. Century-old books with handwritten inscriptions. Carols playing at a holiday party. The warm snuggliness of an oversized sweater. The silence of a sparkling snowfall. Pleated skirts with knee socks or stockings. Cherry-red lips. The rustle of a breeze through treetops. Firewood burning on a frosty evening. Cinnamon, gingerbread, and pumpkin spice everything.
Welcome to Cordially, Carrington.
