Honeycomb

This is yet another languid Sunday spent ravishing pumpkin soup under mountains of novels and poems spreadeagled on the bed. Not forgetting the assimilated sunshine and rain battling outside, of course. Few visuals from this torpid day:

This week was well spent considering the majority were futile days of passing bys. School work has definitely taken its unwanted wrath out on us- only to inevitably throw us in deep water. Apart from educational turmoil, the company I had over this weekend was timeless.