skyes opening orange

Can´t really draw a picture of the perfectness of this day but here it is in points:

made breakfast, listening to Nat King Cole and pretending I was a B n B, while bobo kept sleeping.

Had breakfast with 3 good friends on balcony.

Wore new orange sweater.¨

Sun in the neck.

Saved someone from a giant wasp, without killing it.

Walk in the park and watched seals being fed fish.

Went to school and out again.

Walked with selma and Bike home.

Invited mum and katarina for apple pie on the balcony.

Discovered baby birds in one of the air shafts of the house.

Did laundry.

Then a sudden longing to be sucked into something otherworldy kicked in, for being enclosed in a dark, safe space, believing in vampires and the power of impossible love and in being able to fly.
Went out in the storm while the skies opened, wanting a feeling of exhaustion in my stomach or to find a world of magic and old times and dark hovering castles, roaring seas, good versus evil.

(Now I am sitting here with a movie about great white sharks threatening the entire human race. Or at least California.)