For 4 days I thought it was the super-early light that woke me up. But on the fifth -farewell- morning I heard them sharp and near. It was the seagulls! The only pleasant sound of an alarm clock.
White wooden floor and the wall, and the window wall outside the zen tulip garden, 5 minutes by the sea of Gothenburg. I used to use this adress, 1 day, for a little while. And here I am, 11 years later, listening to the exotic chant of seagulls, mocking our French cuckoos. With eyes closed in beautiful-old-white-embroidered sheets.
In one's life, there may be many cosy homes.