A small sanctuary

Yes, a sanctuary. That's how it felt here for the last few hours. Dark storm clouds hanging on the horizon for the afternoon finally swam closer in the early evening. I was able to open the windows and let in some fresh air. And then the revelation-  rain drops came soft against  balconies, trees, pavement, and kids who were playing outside ran screaming inside, laughing. Slowly but very soon the whole neighbourhood fell quiet. I heard nothing but the rain, occasional thunder and a loud TV from a neighbour below. 

I made myself a cup of tea, rolled a cigarette and just let the fresh air fill my lungs and tickle my skin. It's been a long while since the last rain, or so it seemed to me. It was as if the world outside has disappeared for the night and there was just us and the small apartment and the film we were watching. Soft smell filled the night air and brought back memories of summers past. Nice memories, but no nostalgia. I was all just very simple and nice. I remembered spending summers at my grandparents house, staring at rain clouds,  smelling the nature after thunders. It all smelled green. And of roses that my grandmother grew. And I used to sit through the storms wrapped up in a blanket, with a book in my lap, tea and cookies on the table and feet on the window shelf. And while it was pouring rain and the lightnings were tearing up the sky, I was floating away in old stories, romance novels and on adventures in exotic places, like India, China, Nepal... I saw the novels transforming into films, words becoming whispers in the air, paragraphs photographs, and colours, there were colours and different atmospheres.

And now, again wrapped up in a blanket, I am about to go to sleep, the world outside is silent, the rain has stopped, and the snoring from the other room will be my lullaby for tonight. 

I like stormy evenings. They trigger something in my brain and I start daydreaming. And it feels good to daydream. Especially when it's tightly linked with reality. But enough overwhelming feeling for now.

Good night!

Praise to summer and Priorities

I woke up into a beautiful morning. The sun's shining and the smell of pine trees and the sea outside is almost intoxicating. I haven't felt this good in days, weeks even. And since it's almost a miracle that I'm up at this early hour, I decided to make a little "ritual"  out of this. Perhaps it will even become my habit:

Red orange flavoured green tea, rolled cigarette with a glass of cold water and music in the background. To set the atmosphere and to soak it all in through soft melodies. 

Summer is finally here and I hope it stays for a while. And a while longer. I just love those summer afternoons when everything just slows down and the streets get deserted, cigarette smoke is travelling through the air creating big slow shapes of ellipses, the tree branches are still because there's no breeze; sometimes even the crickets get quiet. And then I love the summer nights where you can still feel the heat of the day evaporating from the pavements. People come out of their hidings, you can go out wearing nothing but one single dress and you don't need extra clothes, because it just doesn't get cold. The drops from the beer bottle are slowly sliding down the neck of the bottle and you enjoy every sip, because it's nice and cold and refreshing, while you're hanging out with friends, talking about everything there is to talk about, because it's summer, it's hot and the horizon just seems to be closer and closer. With all the colours of this world.

I haven't been around here for a while now, I have lots of blog updates to check and it would also be high time to write something as well. I started writing a short story 2 weeks ago but it got stuck at the very beginning already, since there was no plan to finish it until beginning of July. Why July? Because I made this plan...or rather call it a list of things I should, want and hopefully will start doing, since I was complaining to myself and others that my creativity went out the window. So the list is in making, writing is my #1 priority. Then there are some other things as well, for instance I came up with an idea for my fiends' b-day present...this year (again) I'm going to make it myself (last year he got a painting of his favourite flowers). Now I'm thinking about agenda for study plans or something like that...we'll see how it goes.

And until the next blog post, just a photo of this morning: