Perfect Winter Afternoon

Jeremy Sloan

"And then I met Louise.

If I were painting Louise I'd paint her hair as a swarm of butterflies. A million Red Admirals in a halo of movement and light. There are plenty of legends about women turning into trees bur are there any about trees turning into women. Is it odd to say that your lover reminds you of a tree? Well she does, it's the way her hair fills with wind and sweeps out around her head. Very often I expect her to rustle. She doesn't rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch. Would I had a hedge of such saplings naked and unadorned."

Jeanette Winterson
Written on the body

A tangerine, hot chai with cinnamon sticks and Sugar in the Raw, and Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body. Add a sofa, an afghan and a sleepy cat, and all is right with the world.

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