enjoying breakfast in the silent house, boiled egg and toasted ryebread with butter and salt. I am alone and isolated.

time seems to stand still

it´s november, the days are short, silent and dark - but the lack of light makes it even cozier. i am longing for spring - for hearing the blackbirds singing in the morning, for coffee on a bench, for catching a ray of sunshine, for white vine with friends on the balcony even though it is too cold, for dressing up in a fluid silk dress with my new favorite print, for feeling free and renewed with energy