… and then I come back home to days like that …
cycling with patches of shadow and flickering light ~ 30° ~ the smell of sunscreen in the air ~ the smell of a swimming pool french fries with ketchup in the town alley ~ summer ~ fragments of childhood summer holidays ~ open car windows playing the radio loud ~ peeps walking their cute dogs and my favorite neighbor that also is a dog (the sweetest ever). Things that make me so happy. Here am I ~ abundance.
… and then I come back home to days like that …
The last weeks were all in all without exaggeration glorious… may it be perfectly fine weather for all the plants and nature or that I could begin with psychotherapy again or all the inspired energy of beauty I suddenly got as a gift, the deeply felt harmony that settled in or the letting go of all routines. May you feel blessed my hearts.
“Truth is born in a shape of a dream.” ~ S. Hunger
Music | Lambert · Out of Chaos, Olec Mün · Grulla
27 окт 2024