Sometimes a day can turn out to be perfect,
when you don't expect it at all.
The closest cafe happens to be a cafe of an old
sightseeing tower, built in 1929. They make the best
doughnuts in town - almost as good as my grandma
used to make. Visited it with my dear friend,
went to school to do some printmaking, had a huge
goat cheece sandwich and went out into the
evening sun, air full of oxygen after rain.
Heathers are blooming. There's autumn in the
air and it feels good.