She sits. At the table in the corner with her back to the wall. Choosing openness at the subconscious.
The seat, the table, she chooses to maintain balance in the coffee shop in the bookstore.
A girl on a seat at the table in the corner of the coffee shop at the bookstore that serves as her escape...
... as her escape from the biting wind that comes to warn of winter and its fast-approaching snow.
The glistening white that contrasts the dark gloomy blue.
The midnight blue that comes each December to steal the sparkle from her eye and the sweet ferocity of her heart.
The blue melancholy that she promised to avoid this year, no matter what it takes.