Sunday
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.
