the drinks we drank last night

autumn sunday treasures

Empty streets and parks at 11am, Sandmännchen in my mailbox and conkers in my pocket.

(I think people should write more postcards)

listening to:

vacances

So I will read and listen and slurp and think and breath and eat and watch and sigh and sleep.

the day i felt like hiding

Sometimes you just need to realise that ropes need to be cut. That friendships need a break sometimes when they stop making you feel good. When you lost understanding. I had to let him go and wish him all the best. And I really do…

sunday

So Pia had that idea to go up the Puy-de-Dôme on our bikes. I had my doubts that we would make it up a 1465m high vulcano but went along because it was such a nice autumn day. However, we didn’t make it. Not even half way. But we found a great park instead and soaked up some fresh air at least. Perfect Sunday for that.