Hot air balloons

Just a picture from Flickr with some rights reserved. Interesting bit about it is that is taken in Pforzheim, Germany where I used to live. Every autumn there was this beautiful gathering of hot air balloons, rising to the sky through a layer of thin fog. Autumn colours, reds and yellows, and the smell of the autumn air... wet earth covered with dropped foliage. Sky crystal blue and cold. After hovering above the city they would disappear. And return in the late afternoon, floating on golden rays of setting sun. Watching them was such a joy. Probably something about flying or not being connected to the ground.

Spelling

On Saturday morning a girl came to desk and asked me how to spell "Torture". She said she wanted to look up something on torture on Internet. Is it possible to find what you need if you don't know how to spell it?

Third time lucky!
Not that this time I'll have more to say/write. I just can't think of anything that I would like to share with unknown number of unknown people.
Weather! The universal subject!
At least it's not raining anymore. Sunny, windy and cold. Just when I thought I could put my winter clothes away till next season.
Saturday tomorrow... Looking forward to a long sleep, coffee and book in bed.