Midsummer

Midsummer in London. Bird’s don’t sing, there is no light in 1am. On the roof I can see how the city goes to sleep, only taxis are driving under the street lights. We have some Rose wine on the Coca cola glasses and the neighbors’ cat is joining our celebration. Happy Midsummer I say. It doesn’t feel like it. Sky is dark, we cannot see any stars. No lake, strawberries, sauna, flowers, pagan magic and nature. This is London; Cars, buildings, people. No place for Juhannus.

xx Lipstick