My house smells like oranges and early summer mornings. It`s hard to concentrate on writing, because everytime I close my eyes, I see the ocean with small white waves dancing in it and the first sunshine of the day jumping across the blue waters, while a light breeze runs across my face and tangles in my hair. The last stars are slowly dissapearing in the rosy sky and my morning coffee tastes like Christmas.
By the way, today has been a very good day. It`s my grandfather`s 64th birthday today, so I baked an orange tart.
This is the tart before I cut it`s sides, so it`d look prettier. Oh, and there`s the baking sheet too there. This photo was taken after the tart was 5 minutes out of the baking oven and I had just put syrup-ed oranges on it. And right after I had almost spilled all the orange syrup on my clothes, cause the smell had finally reached my nose and my imagination had already started to form pretty images of carribean coast in 1920`s early morning. At least I managed to wake my common sense just in time, so all carribean images would be on the cake and not on my clothes.
And I met mi best friend Marta today. And we read "Cosmopolitan". And it was hilarious.
And yesterday (or today?) I watched "Green Mile". And I wanted to cry. And I wanted to kick Percy`s arse. And I wanted to watch Mr.Jingles perform. And I wanted to feel the scent of leaves and grass. And then I went to sleep and dreamt of the perfume of meadows on a hot summer night.
And I can`t get this song out of my head.