Happiness is eating breakfast at a Kungsholmen cafe together with Hanna, talking about St. Petersburg futures and Mexico dreams.
Happiness is walking among the books at the Stockholm City Library. The physicists talk about parallel universes. For me, every single one of these covers house worlds of their own. It makes my limbs tingle.
(I also had a cappuccino at the cafe, and you all know caffeine behaves like a drug in my system. The tingling might have a combination of causes…)
Happiness is sunshine over Kräftriket, the feeling of spring in the air and having the entire world at my fingertips.
Katja Malmborg 