Learning to fly

The light before you wake up

with thousand ideas flying like hungry birds in your foggy mind

Last evening the sky was burning, but the sun was cold like ice

If you want to fly

you'd better find a proper way

Otherwise you'll end like a star on the ground

Aarhusian wintertime

I love walking all the way from the Uni to the harbour, specially when lakes get frozen...

...and birds get drunk of red berries...

The sunlight is cold like ice...

Maybe someone dares to eat lunch outdoors...

...rather than staying in the workshop...

...or coming back to the books following your own steps on the snow...

...before the sun dissapears again

...and the rainbow starts shining in the dark