Posts tagged ‘warm’

That was the vacation back in mid August. 

Behind my little plastic avatar lies lake Ossiach. It was cold, but it wasn’t if you actually rushed/jumped in. 


Basically the same view without foreground obstructions at night.


At day.


Mists rising from the lake as the sun rose. 


Hye spodermin! /Lamejoke. Intricate spider web.


Visiting Castle Hochosterwitz. 


Whistling the Game of Thrones theme…


Drawbridge.


The view! 


The view!


Either the boredom got to me, or the sun, or 

the wine. I told you that this is a wine country 😉 

(And my cellphone can is broken btw.)

hope you liked this as much as I had enjoyed it. 

Take care, A.

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Irregular Update 12th November 2015

It’s mid november, and the temperatures are unusually warm here.

Like spring.
Late spring.

But that is not the reason for this post. It’s an update on stuff! With out further talk, here we go!

• Writing. I’m happy to inform you that my new project, which is essentially last year’s NaNoWriMo project, is looking good. It’s progressing, and taking shape. As with Rings of Fate (which will start to go online in January 2016), I have decided to write it in concise episode format (splitting each episode up into 3-4 parts when posting it), so three episodes are already finished.

Can’t wait for it to go online once it’s finished (we’re talking about late 2016, or even much later with this, so don’t hold your breath)

•Advent Calendar. Oh bjoy! Almost there – both timewise and creating it, just missing three entries, and those will be up there soon enough too, and you will be able to regurgitateenjoy!

•Moar X-Mess crap. Starbucks made the red cups. And people are losing their shit over it. Why on earth is this a thing? Are you retarded? You’re behaving like six year olds who want reindeer, snowflakes, trees and santa on it, instead of a civilised, stylish plain red wrap showing the matching green Starbucks logo. Get your shit together, it’s not war against christmas, it’s war against senseless kitsch. Take your reindeer, trees, santas, angles, snowflakes, snowmen and stars and shove it!
Grow up you imbeciles!

 

That was it for the time being, I hope you have a great Movember, a successful NaNoWriMo and generally a good time, as always,
Take care,
A.

Of lavender and roses

Sweet, thick and heavy mixture of lavender and roses.
And a hint of basswood/lime-blossom.

The perfect smell to kick off a summer night.
Admitted, it only serves as a base for other smells to play in this sticky, warm, damp air of a summer night, With crickets chirping, warm breezes, flickering stars and a fuzzy moon, and air as viscous as sap.

Every breath drawn brings on a new parade of associations for the same smell, so lavender and roses soon give way to chestnut-wood and cherries, which in turn let grass and nightly remnants of flowery smells take over, only to be replaced by lilac and strawberry blossoms.

Over and over.
Yet, it all returns to lavender and roses, with a side note of moist earth and a hint basswood blossoms.

As the city slowly falls aslumber under a layer of moist, and a thin crust of salt, the refreshing taste of lavender and roses an basswood-blossoms lingers in the evening breeze. It waves good by late in the following morning. As it greets us, welcomes us home, lulls us to sleep and – significantly cooler than the eve before – wishes us a good morning.

Summer is finally here, announced by lavender and roses, on moist earth and a hint of basswood.
Breathe!
Breathe it in, how ever hard it may be to breathe sap, breathe and let the mesmerizing smell entrance you.
Breathe. As am I.

With every note of the flowery, sweet and thick, voluptuous smell in the heavy, hot air of a summer eve comes a million nascent dreams poured out, dripping alongside you like rain…summer nights…

Enjoy, what ever it is that you may be doing, for the end of summer lingers ever since spring began, and the stirring smell of autumn is hidden beneath the voluminous smell that enchantes my senses into thinking.

Breathe…

Sunrise

Light oozing over the horizon, starting to light clouds, mountaintops – skyscrapers – long before the first warming rays reach the ground, to replace the haunting cold fogs of night.

Advocates of the dawning day, singing outside the window in the old birch, the dog rose, the old willow – turbulent mixture of songs, cried and carried away by time and space, winds telling of songs sung long past and only now.

Mornings.

Mornings!(?)

How I sometimes loathe mornings.

No longer safely cradled in night’s secure embrace, the pale mono-bosom up there in the sky, round, pale, full of night’s tales – no longer nursing the mind, chased away by morning’s warm and gentle, brightly lit embrace; now there is only room for softly lit, warmed but not warm – reality.

How I sometimes loathe mornings…