A rainy day in the archipelago..

The rain is pouring down. Nowhere on earth does the rain get as wet as in this archipelago.
Everything is damp and the vivid colors change to somber gray and dark moss green. The scent of the pines is enhanced by the rain..reminding you of passed childhood summers..
But my kitchen is warm and cozy and the colors there retain their sparkling glow of yesterday´s sunshine.
Along with the smell of freshly baked bread made in the old, faithful baking machine, it´s a bit easier to endure this endlessly pouring downfall of July 7th 2008...