Caught on film/memory card by my brother upon returning home from a rather exceptional Sunday afternoon. I could write a nice story about that, especially as it's funny, absurd, sad and surprising all at once, but some things are best when you don't tell anybody and just frown and smile about them in secret.
On Sunday afternoon I dressed all in blue (except the shoes) to meet a friend who was dressed all in black (including the shoes), we ate ice-cream and a pineapple and spent five hours in the park. I also rode on a motorcycle for the first time. I think there might be a direct connection between my happiness and people who give me sweet food.