A ten minutes long storm approaching Arvika.

Some silliness really.

Some silliness really..

Should I let him go?

… Sterniz. Tlkerj. (sound) Green Sleeves.

At this time in the evening, you can`t be so smart.

It’s painful. My eyes are drunk, they spill over, and blur.

I can’t seem to know what to drink either.

Are you going to the fair?

Should I let him go, to the church thingy with that sweet girl of his?

Maybe a proverb?

“Why is there always someone yelling, when one stands with one’s head in the wardrobe?”

This is my very own saying and In free translation from Swedish.

Let me know if it feels familiar or makes any sense. 🙂