This is what I did today.
45 minutes went by just like that and I started to notice that when the sun started to set and the light didn’t reflect from the water drops as much anymore. While I walked back home I saw this view (and an overexposured photo of it):
But I also noticed this:
Oh, go ahead and walk down those stairs - they under there somewhere.
I decided to bake Tosca Cake tomorrow. And I had just eaten the last cinnamon roll today (and I’ve been giving them away also). Friday was good. I felt good.
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EDIT:
I didn't had time to make the tosca cake (vegan of course) the next day but I made it later. Here's how it turned out: