Summerevening

I have been struggling with my woolproject all day, and a total lack of inspiration.
The deadline is soon coming up, and I have so little time (as always).

Late in the evening I came by the little lake not so far from my house. The light was fading , and the mist was dancing over the surface. All quiet exept for a seabird, called "Lom" in swedish. It had a melancoly sound that echoed over the lake. Peaceful. No deadline.

Tomorrow I will start early!