up the little hill

The other day, up the little hill just before where I live, I could see the horizon again. I could smell the sea, and the wind was mild.

When you feel memories bubbling up, so old you probably didn't even exist when they were created,

when the warmth of the sun on your face wakes you up in the morning,

it's spring for sure.

A song that smells just as fresh and clean as spring-time:

baby born

The baby is born, finally!

It took its mommy 60.000 stitches to make, 9 kilograms of wool (although she's certain it weighs less, strangely enough), and 70 days of labour. It's got a front, a back, arms and cables and everything:

It's ready now to roam this earth with its new owner. Farewell, baby!