Like a broken butterfly

Sunny days could be a pain, if one's heart is weighted down by sorrow. 

Rainy days calm me down, since the gray color of the sky, that heavy feeling in the air before the rain and the very strong earthy wet dirt smell after it seem to correspond to my blue thoughts.

If my soul were a butterfly, it would be now a broken one. 

A perfect lonesome tea party

I'm my own woman. I enjoy my own company and my own tea party.

All we need for "a perfect lonesome tea party" are tea you like, good books, delicious cakes, a lovely vase of your favorite flowers, beautiful gentle music and no one else except ourselves.

Ice Girl

It's cold outside. Winter and all things related to it are the only things I now have in my mind: Hooded anorak, mittens, fur lined boots, big wool scarves, ice crystal, snowflakes, penguins, polar bears, igloos, Eskimos, Snow Queen and... an Ice Girl