|the sky constantly reminds me of you|
|with the stray cats comes the summer|
|and i'd take you to places you have never seen|
|and bookstores and skyscrapers and abandoned houses|
|where we'd plant the seeds of our thoughts|
|until the warm haze of summer glows in the street cafés|
|and we'd flirt with strangers who just come and go|
|but in the end you'll take me back home anyway. where we are far away. from everything|
a tiny picture-story from my recent trip to tartu.
i'm sorry for my long absence, i have a love and hate relationship with this blog lately.
i hope you like these, i promise more non-iphone photos soon. i really do.