The spring tease really was just a tease. It snowed again (obviously) and has been snowing lightly for several days. The only colours around are white and grey. Beautiful though it is, I’m starting to feel like I live in an old photograph. Or a bleak Danish drama. Or any French film, ever.
I swear these are unfiltered, colour photographs of the views around our house. While you ‘enjoy’ these, I’m off to put on a beret and smoke a pipe. May as well get into the spirit of it.
|What is life without pain?|
|Suffering is like the sweet taste of honey on my lips.|
|Would you like some brie?|
|Where is the discotheque?|
|Time weighs heavy on my soul.|
|In the darkness, a lone candle shines brighter.|