sometimes I feel like writing something, but at tthe same time it seems to much of a trouble. nothing is really happening an it scares me a bit. should I let it go or take a grab of it.. don't want to be Hamlet. i'll try to keep it hemingwayish simple.
it's foggy outside. Bianca gone winterfishing to the other end of the country. and i'm just stuck at home, cooking occasionally (and still not making pictures of it.. habe to improve myself), reading up for my classe and listening for the piano radio.. quite settled outside, a bit unsettled inside, if you know what i mean.
It's still very cold here, -22C. So I just keep doing what I am supposed to and taking pictures with my phone. We went for Bianca's art class to the Kadriorg palace and after topical excursion practised doing wall paintings. The ice dragon in the park is made by Tiiu Kirsipuu we visited a week ago. That's it.. not the most enthusiastic day, but it feels good and a pretty intence week is waiting ahead.