it's only smoke and ashes

Yesterday I got the train to London, and somewhere between Doncaster and Peterborough the weather turned from bright sunny skies, to completely dark grey. On the return trip today I noticed the same thing in reverse. After 2 months of jeans and the threat of rain, I'm back in a skirt.

I definitely like skirts. A lot.

And I'm turning over a new leaf.

Again.

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