you know.. every time i return back home from the continent i ask myself one question; why? why oh why do i keep returning? i mean… take last friday. i was happily shopping in a sunny brussels. it was about 15 degrees warm and my only trouble in the world was if i should get the steelgrey-blue shoes or the yellow ones. it ended with me buying both pairs.
anyway. compare that to today. you wake up, drag yourself out of bed, open the curtains and get this funny feeling that those white trees were black yesterday… you go out in the street and see people brushing snow off their cars and you can actually HEAR the dream of ever wearing those yellow shoes and the new spring coat saying poof.