A pretty red umbrella

It´s raining outside and I hide behind the window, not wanting to face reality. If I had a pretty red umbrella to cheer me up, I could venture in the rain. If I was feeling stronger, I would fight the black umbrellas. My red umbrella and a smile is all I need.

Photo @ Overflowing via Vespertinal

An unexpected source of inspiration

A Thousand Words from Ted Chung on Vimeo.

Video found @ Noquedanblogs

What do you think happens after this? Is she going to call? Did she leave the camera behind on purpose? Or, is it too late and she's gone? Maybe she never intended to leave the camera and she'll never know that the guy found her. She missed her chance when she didn't say anything to him.
This makes me think of all those missed opportunities that we never learn about. Not the mistakes that become clear after a while, but the decisions we didn't take, the lives we didn't live. Do they get lived in a parallel universe, or are they lost forever?

The Guardian on Saturday

This is one of my favourite things about living in England. Getting up on a Saturday, getting the paper, going to a nice place for breakfast (the park, weather permitted) and flick through the news, the book reviews, the TV guide (I tell you some of the recaps and opinions are hugely entertaining), I even like the Work and Money sections... Normally I'll read as much as I can on Saturday morning and leave the rest for the week ahead. It's the simple things in life, right?

Big breakfast, LOTS of coffee, the paper, my notebook. My boyfriend and me. Lazy mornings!