Rainy days, oh rainy days.. Sitting on a terrace safe from the wet rain, little white fur-ball sleeping next to me and all those books waiting to be read.. One after another.. Pages, pages, pages of someone else's world. Cup of fresh cowslip-peppermint tea with honey, stomach still full of omelette made with beet, tomatoes and feta in the morning and thinking how good it is.
Late tonight the family will arrive. The Family. The house will be full of sounds, movemenets, things lying around. And only at late night this same silence will come again, but already filled with slow sleep-breathing rhythms..
Feeling somehow happy today. Very not-hyper happy. Something is good and so many new things are ahead of me.