Under a gray sky the people of Oath don their coats, each day darker than the last. The white roads sparkle, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings passerby right into the now

In the soft white-gold light of the new day, the hues of Roman's bedroom move from rich browns to tranquil blues

The blanket kept the two of you warm upon a cold night. Roman's arm moves lazily over your body to pull you closer to his bare chest. His lips press gentle kisses down your neck

"Morning, sunshine”