please baby, save my wonders

2 -IMG_5536 This morning I woke up only having slept around two hours. The light was so blinding through my bedroom window that for a second I couldn’t even open my eyes. I stumbled clumsily to the glass and leaned my forehead against the cold surface until the morning sunshine became bearable and I could open my eyes to look outside. Outside my apartment building there are some disproportionately beautiful buildings. My own balcony is surrounded by hastily thrown up concrete and makes the color grey sound down right cheery. For some reason, though, all around my neighbourhood small architectural treasures seem to have grown out of the summer soil. 2 -IMG_5541 2 -IMG_55392 -IMG_5543 Having discovered I live amongst these gorgeous buildings, I’ve taken to walk around randomly, crisscrossing between them. It makes me feel like I’m rediscovering the city. Like letting my fingertips touch the welded gates and newly blossoming flowers will bring something to life. Most of these houses have windows facing the street and from my own apartment I sometimes see glimpses of the lives of others. I see a child running through the living room. A young boy smoking on the balcony seconds after midnight. Old school music echoing out of an open window. Tired eyes meeting mine, coffee in one hand a disjointed monday morning. It’s sort of exhilarating.

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Imagining other people complexly is really important and when you watch other people, humans, moving and walking about you notice that they are just so amazing. The way we breathe and our eyes sparkle and fingertips move when we find something exciting. It’s more than sort of beautiful and just a little magical.

Look at you go, human, being your perfectly imperfect self. I hope you have a great day today.

– Coco

from my heart to my bones.

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For some reason summer, more than any other season, is about moments. Memories and pictures and tales of adventures had and lost and found. I used to admire enviously the kids returning home with scars on their knees, wrists dangeling from the weight of ribbons and bracelets from a summer well lived.

I never could afford to go to any music festivals. Never dared to drag enough people along to brave the elements in a borrowed tent among the ruins of puberty and endless sunsets. This weekend though, I did the next best thing. I went to a carnival. 

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A friend of mine had texted me, whispering of an event taking place once every four years. A weekend of wonder and frivolity, filled with performances and food and more than a tiny bit of every day magic. I had invited her over for brunch in the morning and, draging a couple other people along, took the fast train to an all-day circus.

We arrived to a city flooded with both people and water. Rain was staining our shoulders as we got ribbons tied around our wrists and were let into fenced in markets with a tent for everything imaginable. The theme of the festival was the future and had been organized by 6000 volunteers and had hosted around 400.000 visitors during the entirety of the weekend.

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We competed against each other in a race against time, were fake married to a bunch of strangers and spent thirty minute watching people dancing in the rain.

The day ended with us, starving and more than a little confused, finding ourselves listening to music so loud it made my ribcage rattle. I loved it. After stumbling around to the beat, laughing, we made our way to food and then back home again. We’d watched a parade of colorful festival cars drape themselves around the city and as we were leaving their music still echoed.

IMG_5364-2Coming home, the sun had set but my apartment was still warm. Everything smelled of summmer though I know we’re still in spring. Today, though. Today made me wishwishwish for the days to come.

For the sunshine magic in heart and bone.

– Coco

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