Sigur Ros makes me feel the fresh feelings I felt in Austria, Germany and Russia. Listening to them makes me want to go to Europe and trot fancy-free through green meadows and valleys.
(Aren't Russian clouds delightful? [below]. They seem to always look like that..or better...also those chickens kinda kill the picture for me haha).
I know there are problems everywhere, and that real life in even the most picturesque places isn't always dreamy... but this bubble has yet to be burst. So for now, I dream on: imagining endless lazy days in the meadows spent with the closest of friends merely laughing in overwhelming contentment. Warm sunshine, a cool breeze and hearts lighter than the pollen swirling through the air....can't you just feel your cheeks getting sore from a whole day of smiling?
Now if we could just make our way across those big pesky oceans. Those bullies.
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