Today is gloomy. These pictures aren't from today, clearly. They're from a day that was warm enough to warrant awkwardly taking millions of pictures of my new shoes on cool tiled floors. They're from a day where I waited ten minutes for all the people to leave so I could take another million pictures of intricate doors and then ultimately deciding that I only liked one of them. (The pictures, not the doors. I love all doors equally.) Always the case, somehow. They're from a day where I wasn't in an awkward limbo between summer vacation and being productive. Is it too early to say I want it to be fall already?