I am sitting here in front of my computer having a mental block. I don’t know what to write. I just woke up from a dream a moment ago. In my dream I was searching for my dead mother believing she’s still alive. I don’t want to go into details about it because if I do, the pages and the hours are not long enough to explain everything. For that, I have to go back to the very beginning or otherwise my story will not be clear enough to understand.

Outside, it’s starting to get dark even though it is only 16:37. The image below is the view from my office window and the one above is from my bathroom window upstairs. The same vantage point where I took the inspiring photo the other day. It is still in some way inspiring the view, but not the kind of which most people can relate I guess. Normally it is my kind of thing, dark and moody, but not today; today I long for sunshine and summer, I long for a sense of familiarity and warmth, I long to find my dead mother to convince myself that she’s after all okay…