Perfect Sun-Day

Yesterday’s rain is gone, today is a beautiful sunny day.

I’m listening to my Sun-Day-Morning-Feel-Good Spotify playlist with classics from Nina Simone, Bob Dylan, Otis Redding, Stevie Wonder and Sam Cooke.

My open window lets the light in on my great big bed, in my large room with the white painted ceramics in the ceiling. The morning breeze is fresh.

I’ve made myself a fruit salad that I’ll bring down to the backyard soon and catch some freckles in the sun.

Feeling so energized, feeling so good!

Yesterday was a wild night at a fancy pancy terrace place where some friends of friends had reserved a VIP table with free champagne but although the music was great I couldn’t stand it behind the rope and with all the tables and sofas so I went and had beer in the bar instead.

Is it too much to ask for to want a man

that sings me Lay Lady Lay in the morning?

I met a Swedish guy that seemed to share my ideas about the place. I told him I was more of a Södermalm kind of girl than Stureplan, which only makes sense if you know Stockholm. I’m still to find out where I belong in Oslo.

But then again, I’m not the belonging kind, so maybe that’s just it.

I’ll keep moving in the direction of my heart and the core of my desire.