Somebody’s moody this morning. There is nothing in this world that scares her more than a warm, soapy and relaxing bubble bath. That smell of mud and fresh grass is gone for good… or at least for the next month. Lucky dog. Lucky me.
After dodging bullets and sipping on my tea, there´s nothing else to do but enjoying this morning light. Simplicity. What a great way to embrace all the little things that makes us feel warm. I smell baked bread. Sweet.
As a piano improvisation, these concrete monsters follow me wherever I go, showing and hiding. Whimsical shapes and sizes. Slow talkers, good company.
Sorry Tommy, I always had a thing for Joan Jett.
And I always had a thing for winter morning walks.
So this is it. The new year just arrived and everything feels brand new. Time to trust in the chemicals and neurones once again.