Clones.

That’s what comes to mind.

Okay. My mind.

The deep color is what drew my attention first.

These trim little balconies are facing the harbor.

So.

Clones with a view.

Sunday.

Brought to you by snow.

And by you, I mean me.

It’s snowing here.

Where are my mittens?

Where is my toque?

Where is my tread?

I need these questions answered before Monday.

Elen