Tidbits from Lauttasaari

Now how is that possible? The birds are chirping, the air smells of spring. A slow wet late morning walk around the smells of Lauttasaari, the dog in no hurry, but also clearly without a plan, aimlessly following the scent trails so faint i can only guess at them. And this winter that wasn't. It may be a recurring phenomenon, but it sure feels weird. Slow as in a Sunday. Quiet but for the birds. The last day of the Christmas holidays. Breathing is easy, and feels fresh. Perhaps doom comes slowly.

yes, its due. new yorkers know it and dare the winds to sit outside and bask in it. we on the upper part of the slanted globe are eagerly awaiting our turn. and today we got a glimpse. Blogged with the Flock Browser