I don't like roses. They are too simply, too banal.

But I don't want to say it loud, when I get some.

After almost ten years of relationship, inclusive almost four years marriage, I don't get flowers so often as I want...

But it's still my quiet happiness when I see this small vase on window sill in gray light of december...

 

 

Last four days with my sister. We are so different from character and look, and there is not much love between us. But it was good - much better than i thought as i stood at airport and waited. 

That's a good thing. 

R and I don't work together anymore. I know why, but it makes my sadness not smaller, it makes my work just harder and me just more stressed... It hurts somehow...

And today I'll see J... 

I took these photos at "Weihnachtsmarkt", where I went with my sister - it's impossible to be here so short before Christmas and don't go there.