Cross My Heart, Kiss My Elbow

Here they all are, from Spitalfields, Bristol, Hope Chapel, locations remembered, but all from the last two weeks.

Alright, so I concede that a heart in the froth of my coffee is not a scuffed sequin, and neither did I nearly step on it. Yet it arriving with me is still an accidental, timely gesture on a theme. The man who made it for me drew my attention to it as his gift to me, and while he may well say this to all the girls, amidst the entire sequin narrative it stood out like a punctuation mark at the end of a very impassioned flourish.

State of (he)art, drink it down.

{Today's Soundtrack: Ray LaMontagne & Pariah Dogs}