i've always sort of feared white. to me it stood for clothes i could never ever move in (for fear of messing them up), walls that were boring, sofas you couldn't sit on. but then i moved into an entirely white apartment. and it was like waking up. a clean slate.... fresh. and then i thought of all the things that were white, that meant newness - like a fresh snowfall.

it's perfect and beautiful for a short period of time, but if you get to see and experience those perfect moments, they are unlike anything else.

so white and i are ok now. i'm still hesitant to wear white... but i'll gawk at it from afar.