A bundle of thoughts

Sundays are made for feeling soft n' smooth. And then you have to go to work.

Someone has messed up my house. I guess cleaning day is knocking on the door.

It's snowing out there. Always a good thing when in the mountains. Except maybe in June, then it gets a bit annoying.

My head is sending me thoughts on repeat. Some of them tickle, some throw rocks at me. Head is a funny place to be at.

I have connected with the universe quite strong lately. It's an amazing thing, yet bewildering at the same time.

I am very fond of my skylight window.