clouds

Okay I JUST realised I honestly cannot remember the last time I stared at some clouds and tried to recognise the shapes? You know, that thing?
I love it and I used to do it all the time.
And this might not sound that bad to some of you, but seriously, for me this is wrong.
So wrong.
And this needs to be fixed, pronto.
As soon as the sun comes up, and I see some clouds, I will look at them.
And find all the unicorns and dragons, and mountaintops, and eyeballs, and whatevers.

Cloud-watching.
M.

buena vista

Elämä on laiffi. Those who don't know or understand this saying, if you have a spare second, google it.

Disclaimer; written in retrospective. This is a fairly meaningless post. Because my head is jumbled.



It's sunny today. And we're singing outside. It kinda feels like I made a deal with the Devil or something, because every time we're outdoors the clouds leave. Just leave. Go home. I love it. A good outdoor concert is just so good. (Another disclaimer. Considering Estonian weather, this truly is not much short of a miracle.)

Gentlemen, HVAR AWAITS!
I'm leaving for Helsinki in a week, to fly to Split on Monday. The weather forecast awaits below. (Disclaimer #3; I seem to be very fond of the word "awaits".)

So. The other day I baked blueberry tartlets.

Baking. fixes. everything.
At least with me. I like how precise it is, and of course, the outcome. I'll post some pictures of said tartlets later. They looked fit.

So.
Whoever you are, and if and when you happen to read this post,
All I can say to end it is,

the Devil still doesn't play fair, M.