Sometimes you feel under the surface. Sometimes you feel you can't breathe. Sometimes you feel somewhat blue.
A few years ago we went on an extended weekend trip to Malta. Back home in Sweden it was still rather cold, but in Malta spring was already on its way. We were lucky to have a quite nice view from our balcony, so I could enjoy the colorful morning sky.
This used to be the view I had early mornings at the office. That was before we moved to other premises. Nowadays I just see a brick wall when I look through my window...
