This photo gives me chills.

But maybe that's because I know what story is behind it.

It's a photo of my grandmother, enjoying the changing of the seasons.

I absolutely adore my grandmother, she's ninety-two years old and still an optimist. Even though she can't practically do anything herself anymore, she enjoys life and is happy to be, to experience the happy things that are still there. I find that an admirable way of thinking. You can see her enjoying life, being comfortable and just, I don't know, glowing. I love this picture and I want to put it up in my room in a big frame. Which - I think - is what I am actually going to do.

This picture radiates colour figuratively and literally!

But I'm off again, to bed.. :)