Milky grey morning turns to golden afternoon-

 But cold-

 On days like these I remember that I was indeed born in the Mediterrenean...

 Which of course does not prevent me from savouring what is beautiful here-

 and taking pleasure peaking into my own home-

 The trick is not to let the -agh- pink carpet distruct me-

but look at the bubbles of light on the wall-

paintings almost completed-

soup's on the stove-

my world is quiet just before they all come rushing in-

yes, I am grateful to be learning, but I promise you, I have no claims to wisdom-

(thank you for your sweet comments)

no, definitely no wisdom-

only a will to learn-

and bubbles of light on my wall-

hugs-