Tuesday, 13 September 2011

fleeting






  This one is already sold and gone.

The yellow birch leaves on the ground are forming long dunes along the streets. It must be my favourite time of year now, everything still smells more like life than death. My favourite colours found in nature: tansy yellow, rowan berry orange. It has been raining a lot and the drainpipes and windowsills are rattling night and day. V sings me Rosvo Roope in bed in the middle of the night when it's better to talk than try to fall asleep. And then he also sings songs that make me cringe, but I adore him for singing so well, anyway. So that's how it's like here then, slow and strange, steadily both.