The sun laid broader blades upon the house.
something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald, a cave of pure green like stoneless fruit. It sharpened the edges of chairs and tables and stitched white tablecloths with fine gold wires. As the light increased a bud here and there split asunder and shook out flowers, green-veined and quivering, as if the effort of opening had set them rocking, and pealing a faint carillon as they beat their frail clappers against their white walls. Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid.
Woolf, Virginia. The Waves. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2015. Print.
Das ist unbewusst. Es kann sein, dass es meine aktuelle Stimmung ist, welche das beeinflusst, was ich gerade sehe.
Es wäre spannend, das zu wissen. Manchmal sticht etwas ins Auge, das ich davor noch nie gesehen hatte. Ob ich es gesucht habe oder nicht, weiss ich nicht.
Bänkli bei Eschlismatt mit Giulia
Foto mental – a mental picture. My mother often told us while experiencing a special moment outside we should
Seepromenade mit Adriana