Day Seven: March 12, 2014. 7.45. A golden light, the shard reflects like a knife poised for murder.
Temperature: The promise of warm weather brings out whimsy in the form of open shirts and cottons. Just might be a bit early in the day… there’s bite in that air!
Greyscale: Grey? Who said anything about grey? Try a pearlescent orange. But that wouldn’t have a ring to it would it, Fifty Shades of Pearlescent Orange.
In E L James’s words: Burnishing brightly, she felt the eroticness singe her nether regions.