tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51622476581368747742012-02-16T05:50:01.996-08:00Craignoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162247658136874774.post-21234242095366328082011-12-02T15:40:00.001-08:002011-12-03T21:41:20.854-08:00<img src="http://craigschlewitz.com/blog/winter.jpg"><br><img src="http://craigschlewitz.com/blog/winterii.jpg"><br><br>These days are cold toes and cold fingers, hot coffee and sleeping in. Late nights filled with snowflake cutting and cheap wine and christmas music, beautiful people and cold walks home, tiny pieces of paper stuck to the bottoms of feet and wishes under stars.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5162247658136874774-2123424209536632808?l=craigschlewitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Craignoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162247658136874774.post-10630419492379844862011-11-13T17:42:00.000-08:002011-11-13T19:00:59.046-08:00<img src="http://craigschlewitz.com/blog/room1.jpg"><br /><img src="http://craigschlewitz.com/blog/room3.jpg"><br /><img src="http://craigschlewitz.com/blog/room2.jpg"><br /><br />I find myself missing the front steps and the stars, the way the sunlight leaked in through the windows upstairs in the afternoon, how the color of my hands and their tiny red scars looked held up against the color of my bedroom's walls. I'm trying my best to make this place a home and I think it's finally starting to feel like one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5162247658136874774-1063041949237984486?l=craigschlewitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Craignoreply@blogger.com0