a night through the clouds. landing on snow. with thin summer sneakers and a tweed jacket. a bag lost somewhere on the way. again. the sun takes ages to rise. rice-porridge for breakfast. sprinkle some cinnamon on top. familiar smells. hyacinths. electric and real candles. snow. more snow. flakes flowing in the air. most lovely family. walking for 10 km and only meeting one car. wearing layers. a friend knitted my hat. playing in the dolls house. going to bed in my old room. like a sleepover party on the floor. ironed sheets. very sleepy. oh bliss. sweet dreams.
7 comments:
Kan du vara i Sverige? :)
Are you at your parents? That lady in the photo looks like you ... I think. But it looks little as if it's in the dolls' house. Is she your mother?
Underbar bild. Sov du, där i skenet från granen. Och låt dig inte störas av illusionen på tavlan, det finns verkligt liv också här i landet. Där på landet. Helt nära här! :)
Sounds you entered into 'my' atmosphere, Sara... except for the portrait, maybe. Can't imagine the contrast. Sleep tight with shimmering eye-lids. Hugs.
evelina, so right you are! ett noll till dig...
mmmc, i AM! happy me...the lady in the photo is the queen of sweden when she was young, hihihi! and it is a picture which belongs to the doll house.
elisabeth, du har rätt. verkligt på ett annat sätt. tror jag. lite ialla fall. snart så syns vi! wow...
lilli, i am happy to be closer to your atmosphere. i enjoy the winter. the snow. even the dark. but it is hard to wake up...love
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