I could say I spend this weekend with my head in the clouds in many different meanings.
The weather was cloudy, one.
I felt very dreamy, two.
I was surrounded by many beautiful cloudish souls, three.
And now it is so still. So quite that it is almost inconvenient. And this is a moment where I dig through the pictures to grasp again that spirit, to imprint the memory.
I only owe few ones taken down the common hall. The rest i believe to find later. I didn't take too many pictures, it was too cloudy in all different meanings and senses.Clouds were moving.
