Showering and getting kissed by rays of sunshine through hot-water-vapours. Time slows down and looks the other way.
Haven’t had a Sunday to myself for a long time now. Slow awakening in pink light through my curtains, sunshine and scent of coffee in my tiny kitchen, little green buds on all my plants, proof that they too, are thriving here. Bikeride with favourite music in my ears, salty air, as I arrive at…Continue Reading “Sunday”
Yoga. My first experience with yoga was a near-religious one. There is really no other words for it, though I am not religious at all. It was one of those lazy early evenings at the beach in Italy – the waves were lapping softly against the shore, everything was coloured gold by the setting sun,…Continue Reading “Yoga”
Thanks II. He came back. Circles are closing themselves these days indeed. I took a deep breath and told him that while I hadn’t been ready to date when he asked for my number, it had been very important to me, it had made my day, but that I (for various reasons) hadn’t had the…Continue Reading “Thanks II”
I stepped outside in the early morning. The tiles of the terrace cool under my bare feet. The grass was yet moist, the lake was sparkling in the sun, birds were singing and the insects were buzzing. The light was bright, but yellow, the sky was blue as it gets only in Denmark. The early…Continue Reading “Coming home”
– when your collegues greet you “Hi summergoddess!” for just wearing a dress to work – when a squiffy male guest approaches the bar and all of a sudden there’s 3 waiters behind you, asking pointedly how they may help? – when the cook hang out long after he’s off-duty, to ensure you’re going home…Continue Reading “You know you’re part of an all-male staff…”
It took me by surprise. I was shopping and passed the supermarket on my way home, to pick up tomatoes for the buffalo mozzarella I have in the fridge. I was listening to my Ipod as usual – it’s shuffling – something I never allow it to do, but these days I rediscover music I…Continue Reading “Lykke”
I am restless again. It’s not my usual restlessness, that hits me in a matter of hours and that goes away in a matter of hours. I am sort of busy these days, don’t even have time to clean up and do my laundry. I am working a lot, and things are moving under the…Continue Reading “Restless”
I obviously returned to my beloved river while I visited Italy. It was one of many things I had on my to-do list. The first day I sat down with A and made a list of priorities. Of things I would love to do while there. One of them was just spending time by the…Continue Reading “River”
– my best friend crawling into my makeshift bed in her livingroom, hugging me happily and serving Italian breakfast.