Somehow, part of my life has been always in touch with flamenco music even though I am not so fond of it. These days I had the chance of doing some creative things for a flamenco festival… I must admit that for somebody like me who is not a big fan, once I get knee deep in those rythms, foot stomping, hand clapping pandemonium, I could find myself immersed in a ecstatic mood following that magical gypsy flow with my fingertips.
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.
Sorry Tommy, I always had a thing for Joan Jett.
And I always had a thing for winter morning walks.