It's beauty
pageant season.
Every profile
a revelation
in
make believe
dressed to display
smiling faces
plastered into -
shoehorned into -
the perfect dress
glittery
slinky
devil may care.
It's beauty pageant season
what the hell should I wear?
A.J. Ponder
Winter has decided to hit hard, power cuts in this weather seem rather excessive hardship, and yet Wellington is full of smiles. The wonder of snow right outside the door. On the hills by the sea. It is like we have all been transported to somewhere else. It seems, finally Wellington has found a number it enjoys wearing - but for how long?
