This morning the whole city looks dusty. As I lift my tired eyes I can see the dust particles sitting in mid air, they aren't in a rush, they just sit there looking rested. I have never been to America, but today reminds me of a book I read about two young hooligans traveling over that landscape. I pictured it to be like this day with the moody low clouds, busts of strong sunlight and peaceful dust covering everything with it's soft arms. This book that I read also makes me think of my favorite song at the moment; Little Black Submarines by the Black Keys, and I think I came up with a genius idea! -  Read a book while listening to your favorite song/album then this song becomes the theme song for this particular story. Anyway, as I look ahead on this Tuesday morning, I realise I cannot quite make out the city and its usual detail. All I see is tall buildings and the outlines of other large shapes, but what I can see is the road way ahead and to the right, the ocean. They seem to be the only things not coated in this magical morning dust. And I think to myself, this is going to be a good day.

pics that make me dream

Woke up, painful muscles from snowboarding,
Weary mind, soft bed.
Stiff suits.
Warm beanie and sushi with lunch.
Home to spicy food and a wet kiss.
Read book, enter adventure city.
Snuggle into a warm neck.