Saturday, June 11, 2011

Weather report

You know that 80s song 'Love changes (everything)'?  Every time the sun comes out in a foreign city the chorus from this song plays in my head, replacing the word 'love' with 'sun':

Sun changes changes everything
Sun makes you fly, it can break your wings

How did my brain get to this place?  Not sure.  But I do know that it made me want to take photos of all the littlest things:

Stretching out my new brogues over chai
See even snooping into other peoples windows isn't creepy when the sun's out


Thelma said...

Hello Sweetie, one more week and you are back in Sydney... Hooray! San Francisco will still be there.. and I'm sure you will return - and start your rituals again.. I'm pleased you are enjoying yourself.. don't leave your heart in SF. corny??

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