Spring is here ... I think at 18 degrees Celcius, I could be very happy with it. The sun is out, the magnolias covered the now green park just behind the house. I can walk around the house naked quite comfortably again now ... I just haven't got the springs on my steps to really start it all out. I'm still hesitating ... should I change the goose-down duvet, use the cotton blanket instead? Sleep naked? Ummm ... I think it's still nice sleeping late. At noon, it's still like morning and no one will raise their eyebrow if you're still in pyjamas (if you're wearing one) and robes (if you wearing one) and sip coffee on the balcony. I am very sure too that I can do this without guilt at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I can even do this without worrying about lunch. Dinner would be so far from my mind ....

When the sun enter the room, warming up the bed a little, it's the time to start day-dreaming. I loves this. I could spend the whole day doing it. Particularly now when it's one of the things that could make me happy. It's not the ultimate happiness, there might not be an ultimate happiness, it's just a state of mind for me, and that's okay.

I'd be day-dreaming about being somewhere beautiful. River. Creek. Waterfall. Ocean. Calm ocean. Leaves falling in all sort of colours. Rustling in the bushes of green little trees. Animals jumping from one big tree to another. Laughing. Trickles of waters. Chirping birds. Birds flying in slow motion. Fishes flickering in between rocks. Butterflies flapping from flower to flower. A thousand colours of beautiful flowers. Clouds slowly moving. Sky so blue. Me in a hammock. Sleeping. Breeze on my face. Sleeping deep. Missing all the beautiful surrounding. But I have it in my head. Swimming like the fishes. Flying like the blue little birds. I can do nothing ....