last morning of the year... Tweet

last morning of the year, originally uploaded by gorgeoux.

...looked rainy as usual, and smelled of Brussels sprouts. But, hey, it was 15 degrees better than London as it arrived around noon in the annoying Sofitel. The rooftop gardens sweetened both the hotel deal and the gray view, however, that day and every other day that followed.

doggie, originally uploaded by gorgeoux.

More often than not, those days, those nights, as I was smoking at the window, my eyes were attracted by this cat/ dog head shaped by the trees. The colours are my interpretation of my expectation: daytime fireworksy view of the botanical garden I wasn't going to visit this time either. No time. The irony of a holiday: no time. Read: oversleeping.