One night of magic rush

I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination.

And it feels like a moment outside of time. Where the only music is the sound of our hearts and the dreams we had.

Dreams made of sun and freshly-picked cherries. Dreams of walking next to her and belonging to someone who lives so very far away.

Now back in London, dreams have turned into wishes. Of the crossed-fingers kind. Just so.
It might be grey and, at times, wet; but deep-inside I know.

That everything is going to be fine. That, somehow, time won’t be counted in seconds but in heartbeats.

So much for the fear of time running-out. At least until the loud noise I’ve come not to hear anymore wakes me up in the morning. The morning of the shortest night of the year.








6 thoughts on “One night of magic rush

  • Joy June 22, 2011 at 6:31 am

    Nice musings. I’m still learning how to take photographs as good as you do :D

  • Lucia June 24, 2011 at 11:50 am

    Everything is going to be fine, that’s what my boyfriend often tells me. I always hope that he’s right. He often is.

  • joey June 28, 2011 at 6:23 am

    Lovely post and images Fanny…everything will be fine, I tell myself that to sometimes, and although it may sound trite, it puts a spring in my step!

  • Linda Susan June 28, 2011 at 8:40 pm

    Love your blog and yours images.

  • Marion July 7, 2011 at 12:07 pm

    Très très beau post. ta photo du parasol est géniale.

    Merci Marion. Que te dire…. hmmm je blush la.

  • Shelvia May 12, 2012 at 2:51 pm

    pretty picturessss

    Oooh thank you Shelvia. xx

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