A weekend at Ruisrock festival: wading knee-deep into the sea while listening to Finnish reggae, singing along to Scandinavian Music Group and pounding the dusty ground with my feet, carrying around a massive slice of watermelon and eating it during the worst heat, biking home at 2 am in that incredible warmth.
And before Ruisrock, an impromptu sleepover and brunch the morning after. A reunion. Some gossip (the nice kind) at night in a park, kisses planted onto foreheads and stolen conversations at sunset.
And now there's my first quiet evening in weeks. The house is silent and I am spent and exhausted and happy.
Kiitos Karkki kuvasta!
sounds wonderful:)
ReplyDeletekuulostaa huipulta! ja arvaa mitä, sun ansiosta kirjastosta lähti mukaan Ondaatjea ja tykkäsin paljon :--- )
ReplyDeleteOi mahtavaa! Ondaatje on jumala :)
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