Lately I’ve been wishing for an unknown pleasure…

…simple as the movement of a van coming by.

Delicate as wine and stars…

…and pure as a mountain lake.

How about you?

How about you?!

But as for the hour, feels like I’m reaching for the peak of sours… They say, holidays will come and go, and when it hits you, you know it happened. Something inexplicable and undiscovered, something in the shades that I can take into the light… And something kind of silly I can find a meaning in and wake up to at night – some pretty sight.

_{[Inspired by Stray Colors / Whiskey Sour and with fantastic view on the Brecherspitz]}