Last week before the holiday:
the coffee tastes stronger,
the days feel longer,
and every little bell
of anticipation
jingles just a bit louder
Kategori: Words
Lucia, light in the darkness,
singing hope into the longest night.
My hometown:
small enough to forgive me,
old enough to remember me,
stubborn enough to never let me forget who I am
A spa day:
where my stress goes in,
and only my glow walks out
Around a table full of stories,
no one ever leaves hungry
Halvvägs
Ta i som om Gene Kelly själv
stod bredvid och nickade:
”That’s the spirit, kid”
Sometimes you have to stand on your head
to see the sky clearly
Sunday:
because even chaos
needs a coffee break
Saturday nights
are proof
that even time
likes to loosen its tie