the spring lookbook pt. 1/5
On her first trip to the Big City, she was enthralled by the crowds of people. She cared less about the historical points, Paul Bunyan and George Washington and Rockefeller-blah-blah, flowed into her mouth and out her nostrils like the smoky haze in some no-name dive bar. The lights seemed to shine brighter, harder, faster, longer than anywhere else in the world. "I can't imagine living anywhere else." The words escaped her mouth with ease as she convinced herself that this was where she needed to be.