'this above all: to thine own self be true'
I soothe my restlessness by spending early mornings in the garden, with a lot of strong and hot earl grey. today was one of those perfect mornings, when everything comes together and falls into place for a moment. the only thing that could make it better would be if sean bean decided to stop by for some tea. alas, he didn't (I'm sure it's only a matter of time), but it was still quite splendid.
nights on my balcony provide similar comfort, with starry sky above me ("at night city lights make the stars invisible") and everything around so still and quiet. trees, mountains, small church and houses look like paper cutouts or stage decorations. flickering lights in the old, tiny graveyard.
for the new week and spring in the air: pink & pastel overload.