Jul 22, 2013
Silver Sands of Morar
We had some poetic moments there. I will remember that day forever. The mist come from the sea and everything was suddenly hidden inside a beautiful airy veil. We had a swim and some tea at the beach and there was a great silence around us untill we heard a steam locomotive nearby. We could almost see monsieur Poirot walking on the beach - it all reminded us from books and films.
Sweet thoughts to you,
ps. I have had a blog in finnish for several years. It is still here. Somehow last spring I felt like starting something new from a little different angle and that is how Bluebir's diaries started - at first just for me but today I decided to share it too. I enjoy everyday aestetics, so you will find here something like that. If you found your way here, I hope my little nook will nourish also your soul because that is what is is to me. A place to be creative, breeth freely and enjoy meaninful little things in life.