I love colours. All of them. All the hues. And in the summer the colours are so beautiful compared to the long winter which is just black, white and the shades of grey.
This week there has been strange summer weather here. Storms, sun, heat, moist, everything. But at the same time those weather conditions bring the greatest colours. I have visited new places and wild gardens, seen some old friends, learned about myself from my old diaries and done strange things that I later don't quite understand. I blame the weather. (And I'm in love with this little bar called Kahvilla near my home. I think I will be spending a lot of time there playing with Legos.)