my beloved friend Elin is in Paris. i'm jealous, and i miss her. and she said she miss me as much as french people smoke. or as much as they love baguettes. i love her unconditionally. today i've been writing letters in the early morning while it rained outside. around lunchtime i went to the stables and stayed there for maybe 3 hours. then i took the train into town where i met my family for dinner at pa & co. i'm listening to beautiful piano music. this specific song that i'm listening to right now makes me feel humble/sad/lonely/loving/missing/longing/blessed at the same time. weird but yet lovely. i need to got to bed now. i need to go up at 6:30 am tomorrow since i'm going to a show jumping competition with my pinto pony. afterwards i'm hopefully meeting a friend. good night. alice.