I used to hate fully glazed buildings, but Minneapolis has made me think otherwise. The city is made of mirrors. Beautiful at this latitude…

The cute girl sat on the bus across from me, instead of in the back like she usually does. She kept looking at me, too. I smiled at her.

I spent 15 minutes just looking out at the cityscape. It was beautiful. …When I get home today, I’ll do the same at the penthouse lounge.

Wow, those steam clouds are slowing to a crawl… They must be turning into ice crystals in the air. It is -18°F at the moment. Beautiful.

The Himalayan salt lamp has got to be one of mom’s best gifts to me. The campfire orange glow brings in the coziness on icy, winter nights.

I love watching the white steam clouds billow over the power plant. Formerly coal-generated, now it’s state-of-the-art combustion turbines and steam generators.

It’s gotten misty, again… But the crystalline sunlight, earlier, reflected off glazed buildings onto the Skyway carpets was beautiful.

One of the government workers I ride the bus with started wearing heavy eyeliner because of me. She sat down right next to me just to show!

Every winter morning, the sky is pink, lavender, and icy blue on one side, and goldenrod yellow on the other. The waters are frozen mirrors.

Ya know, I really love my “corporate”-ass job. My co-workers are the best and every day we’re laughin’ up a storm in the office.

I felt underdressed for the tearout dubstep I was listening to in the office today. I still can’t believe I can get paid dressing like that.

The snow on the peaks and roofs of the chapel was beautiful tonight. And frosted on the bricks of the old island hotel, too—I love winter.