taste my summer

   

sweet and busy days. and now almost late for work. but for a brief moment i had so many things to write about. like the wild boar safari and sleeping in the woods, and confronting yourself with your fears and picking up the phone. isn’t life just like a quilt made out of thousands of different pieces? i have said it before, sometime, somewhere. you would say ‘brokigt’ in swedish. according to the online dictionary it can be translated into motley.  

gotta go! hugs.