Note #2 – On heart-shaped dreams

“I am just a dreamer, and but you are such just a dream.” — Neil Young That moment when I’m going all tumblr-ish on you. Yes, it’s time for it. PS. And the worst part is: it’s not over. PS bis. You can thank the amazing type-writer. PS (the last one). What’s your all-time favourite love/dream quote/poems/line?

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Le premier jour du reste de ta vie

[The first day of the rest of your life] Today, I tied my hair into a ponytail. And slipped my bare feet into furry boots. Up there I could barely see. I guess London has been called the smoke for a reason. But down here – yes – down here it was windy, you know that kind of wind that turn your cheeks into cherry ...

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She fell in love with… #6

London, September 2012 You should see the skyline today. Nothing like it and yet, I haven’t found anything better than clouds blanketing everything around us. Not unlike closing your eyes to the mountain sun. Not unlike that moment when a plane crosses herds of clouds. Not unlike a sea of cotton around a desert island made of pillows and wool blankets.

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Bonjour octobre

[Hello October] Some may wonder what the point is really, to say hello when it’s almost time for goodbyes. Well, let me tell you a story. Or more accurately the end of it. At times, beginnings don’t matter. We’ll start with the very last kiss that made our lips burn and the cab-meter go well past a fiver. It was cold and well into the ...

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Pure morning – Burnt honey, vanilla, and parsnip ice-cream

It’s the light, a cold blue grey. It’s the window, adorned with pearls. It’s the wind, carrying the scent of moss and ocean. And just like you don’t even have to think to know you’ve fallen deep-hard in love, I didn’t have to look through the open window to know we’d been surrounded by cotton overnight. Yes, that morning – or perhaps more accurately, early ...

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Things that #2… make me long for autumn

The sound of wind through the trees. And of leaves under our boots too. The hidden world behind puddles. Knowing that Christmas is just around. Because, really, the best thing about Christmas is the perfect mix of anticipation and excitement. The rain. And when it stops pouring, the one that comes from trees. Lingering in gold, every cloud is ours. Walks through empty alleys in ...

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Bonjour septembre

[Hello September] I’ve been falling asleep to bigger-than-life fairy-lights; of the skyscraper kind. I’ve been talking too loud. And I’ve French-kissed, at times with a reason, most of the time without. I’ve been waiting for autumn, and wool leggings, and earmuffs; and somehow, I’m sort of day-dreaming about the past few months and how the sun would feel on my skin and how the beer ...

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Le vent

This is the gif I told you about. Wind as a token of my love for colder days. Days made of rain pouring down the windows. And a roaring sky. Oh and the occasional lightning too, welcomed with more vowels than our alphabet offers. Yes, autumn is on its way, and really, I could not wish for more.

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