Cloud over my Head

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Supposed to be a sun-day, instead there is a sad sad cloud over my head. It weeps for a while and then stops. 

I try to send positive thoughts, to make it happy even for a while, to smile and let the sun glow through its teeth. I can't. It has no mouth. 

Even Psipsini is sad. Stay in. Wet balcony - not her favourite place. 

Went to lunch at a cosy little konoba for wild mushroom soup and creamy Gorgonzola njoki. 
The cloud is still sobbing over my roof . 

I'm thinking about pink orchids and yellow tulips.