Spring, anyone?

Dear winter,

enough is enough. But seriously, I want spring. With all the crazy birds in the morning, bright sunlight at 6 a.m., freezing mornings and hot noons and all that jazz. Oh and the flowers. All the flowers, everywhere! And the rain! All of it together.

Yes I am fully aware that since I live in the suburbia it will be a few months looking like this:

before any flowers and birdies kick in. I’m ready to take it! To the chin. Literally. I often happen to slip on the icy road and take a nice plunge in the nastiest pool nearby.


Akihabara

I love when it rains. In movies. And pictures, too :)


Helsinki at daytime. As depressive as it looks, it was a happy time.


rain again

Some of the most beautiful summer romances are wet. The guys who invented the impressionism knew it. I agree with them. Even if your feet are wet, if you listen carefully to the rain and have a little conversation, or maybe read a poem for the rain, you will be just fine.


november rain

I feel almost guilty that this picture is so digital.But it was a great night. We were drinkind tea from large mugs and talking about life. And thousand cities. Or just some cities. Rainy and cold outside, people walking in the rain.


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