Tuesday, June 01, 2010


it was 9 am, isabelle was drawing at the dining-room table, toini was trying out his climbing tricks on the stairs bannister, i was standing in the kitchen, barefoot, washing my kefir grains under the running water tap. the window was open, the birds were singing, and a warm sea-scented and sun-flavoured breeze blew right into my face. the stereo was playing this song. softly. the birds outside didn't seem to mind.

i am doing it again. trying to describe happiness.

1 comment:

Bluebottle said...

Ah, from Goodbye Lenin. Great music!!!