Saturday. Noon. Taking it slowly. The skies are grey, Thåström sings and the neighbour is snoring.
Reading poems in Slovak, attempting to translate them. Just remember how much fun translating can be.
It’s raining. It’s Christmas in less than two weeks. The year is almost over. I’ve promised myself not to think of anything or anyone during these last weeks of the year. Now I’ll just be and let my mind rest It’s all about starting the new year with a clear mind and all that.
By the way.When I was back in Finland, I found the nicest notebook, isn’t it cute?