A good weekend of seeing friends, relaxed cooking and couch potatoing nearing its end.
This Sunday evening I've been devouring Musla's blog right from its very beginning,
her memories of last summer,
suddenly feeling that warm sunny glow of summery Helsinki on my skin, too.
( I keep seeing that blackbird appearing under our window on that very same spot,
in the middle of the snow,
looking so out of place,
longing for summer nights when it can sing its heart out. )
And listening to The Whitest Boy Alive, constantly,
still not sure why it took this long for me to discover such loveliness.
Wishing you a bright new week, x