This morning feels so jazzy…
Everything around is still dressed in dark, only a thread of golden light filters through the window, it’s dawn. Summer feels gone, my feet on the pale tiles starting getting cold. Sure enough, this jazz album I am listening to gives it all more sense.
Inside this bucolic picture, I am sitting here, on the white marble, no brown whatsoever seems to be ready to get out, it seems like she doesn’t like such romantic atmospheres. Such a shame, I was thinking of bringing her to Paris…
the Shy Tird 