Wet

Another day of frequent showers and cold wind.
I went to do some errands for my mother and go to the gym, and didn’t come across any more interesting blip motives than these wet crocuses in the grass. The short sunny intervals in between the showers weren‘t long enough for their flowers to open.

Reading/watching the news is difficult again. Seeing Trump and Vance humiliate Zelenskyy (accusing him of „gambling with World War three“, and of not being thankful or respectful enough) actually feels painful. If anyone is gambling with WW three, it’s the orange man and his cronies.