Sitting quietly on the windowsill

..and watching those little tea light candles glowing in the dark with a big cup of tea keeping cold fingers warm can have a powerfull healing force. Too bad that there's no windowsill in sight here but the most perfect one had to be left behind in good ol' Dane-land; of a perfect room for lost souls, dreamers, romantics, cynics and everyone else that shared an affection for Danish beer, and not only. Oh, I miss those days and those people.

But back to the main point - last weekend was so emotion-filled that only now there's some room for daily ramblings.

On Friday I went to see Shakespeare's King Lear in our local theater and, as expected, I wasn't disappointed - the actors delivered a mind-blowing performance (see pictures in the other post), costumes, stage design, lights, huh! so good.. It hit me harder than I thought it would, you know, those hurricanes that destroy the balance in your inner world for a while.

Talking about hurricanes, we had sort of a windstorm as well that blew over half of the country leaving many without electricity, crashed trees and sweeping away the last warm days of the year.

And so on Saturday I felt like a boat carried too far away from the water left on the sandy shore. But crazy ideas appear in times like these. Like taking a stroll with friends through the forest down to the river banks in between fighting with umbrellas and the stormy cold weather :) fun!

That's the story! And I'm off to Rīga for few days. Take care my tea-addicted friends.