It’s a bit too warm I think. The snow melts slowly and drips from the branches of the trees. Calatch. Calatch. I managed to avoid getting some  in my head. However, as the minutes stacked up like legos and the light crept back to hide under a dark blue blanket, the dripping began to stop. So I guess it’s colder now. Again.

Still, I probably should have gotten out a bit sooner though, but then the lights wouldn’t have been on.

Frida Hyvönen in the mp3-player, terrificv music. So it was rather pleasant and nice and calming anyway.