A very Cantabridgian Day

We met the brothers Hinson for breakfast in this greasy-spoon landmark, where the accents are as thick as the coffee. I studied at Harvard long enough to be proud of myself. Then, I met Leanne at Darwin’s and we told secrets. For date-night, we braved the sub-zero wind to go to Finale, the most amazing dessert bar ever. We walked home wondering if trees get cold. J said they hibernate. I said that they’re just like people—their life-force is underground, so the ones you swear are strongest and build your house under can fall over in a storm, and the ones you think will never make it, God grows.