Having work due a minute before the witching hour doesn't put me in much of a cheery mood...
especially on Friday the thirteenth no less!
Its funny how the barest ticking of the clock is completely unnoticable until it starts to beat a tempo in time with the slow beating of your heart. By the time you realise this little fact the deadline would be two minutes away and you would be struggling to swallow your panic.
At least thats how it always plays out for me.
These sweet plates by maria kristofersson would make time go by pleasantly.
This gently fluttering flag makes me wish I could be transported to Sweden where the light is perpetually beautiful and life seems perfect.