My dad is climbing Storžič right now and I’m waiting at the foot of it, making flower crowns and singing Banana Pancakes to myself and anyone else who cares to listen. And I do have a lovely audience of trees and birds and grey odl stones and two playful butterflies. And we’re all humming and swaying together in the chilled-out surf-rhythms of Jack Johnson.
And I hope, hope so much that my dad brings me a couple of mountain flowers to press and tape in a book.
Enjoy the balmy evening, my lovelies!