snow meets sun and sundays sunning under far away shadows cast by tall peaks.
driving through, stopping at the water,
sighing, dreaming, thinking,
"i want to live here when i grow up"
but i'd settle for living there now.
a country surrounded on its sides by haute-couture, lace, chocolate, and tall, dark and handsome.
a girl can get used to that.
a girl can already start to miss that.
