I know I’m using an enormous cliché. But it just describes very well how I sometimes feel like. For me it just means the inability to see beautiful and wonderful things around me. And especially for me, those things in many times depend on my eyesight and colors I see. Something very beautiful in its color makes me happy and vice versa.
Because I
have been past this autumn sometimes unable to see the beautiful colors around
me, it was a wonderful feeling to go Kotka and see my best friend. All the
colors around me suddenly came back and seemed so generous, even though I knew
that the autumn colors in Turku were much brighter and richer. I even saw light
blue, which I think is the easiest to miss as grey. And I was really happy to
see again!
We visited a lovely place called Ollin Onni! It has been a long long time since I have felt so surrounded my history and stories. It was almost as I could have heard all the lovely tales all those items had to tell us.
Lyhyesti suomeksi tällä kertaa:
Kotkassa vierailu sai mut pitkästä aikaan näkemään iloisia värejä, vaalea sininen yhtenä niistä.
Ollin Onni upotti tarinoihin, joita kuvittelin esineille siellä. Pitkästä aikaan aikaan näin.
Lyhyesti suomeksi tällä kertaa:
Kotkassa vierailu sai mut pitkästä aikaan näkemään iloisia värejä, vaalea sininen yhtenä niistä.
Ollin Onni upotti tarinoihin, joita kuvittelin esineille siellä. Pitkästä aikaan aikaan näin.
Oikeesti superkivaa ku kirjotat taas!! Syvällistä värisymboliikkaa havaittavissa ;)) haha
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