Winter beach fire

Dirty chai to set the mood

slow tunes follow 

the rising sun

you rest your head

on the dragonfly pillow

your hand shades your eyes

I jump around spilling

cold coffee on the ground

twirling the wine glass in the air

fancy morning coffees

we drink and stare

out through the valley

where the trees hit the mountains

the snow touches the sky

the waves take the fire

barefoot on the rocks

memories of shooting starts

keeping me up all night

listening to the song of the ocean

thinking everything will be alright

Couchsurfing in Kingston

Do you know the feeling when you wake up and all of a sudden you have a dog? It means YOU'RE COUCHSURFING AGAIN! And that usually means you're experiencing new things. Like eating blue berry jelly out of a cocktail glass. Or playing a game called 'Articulate' in English and not having a clue what all these words mean but still trying to make the others guess what the hell you're doing by making a fool of yourself. Who would have thought a word game could make you sweat like a fake blonde fat Belgian chick?

It was also my first time to walk a dog out at the beach. I've never had a dog before and well, the Belgian beach is not what you would call 'a beach'. The North Sea is rather green and slimy with brown foam at the end of the waves. So I prefer this beautiful rocky place.