A beautiful day here in the city, but truly, isn't every day here absolutely beautiful?
Even the days when the wind picks up and lashes against you, there's a passion in that to be admired. The bright days that bathe you in gentle warmth, the cold rain that make the inside so much cosier, the frost of winter that turns the city into another, even more beautiful world...every day here is wonderful.
I'm bored. Bored and angry. I hate going to brunch with these socialite fools, especially when the weather is cloudy and sunny. Be one or the other, Prague! Fucking hell.