The sky above Vilnius is grey, waiting to burst in tears and it feels right as me and my city mourn for Boston, for America, its people, those who were injured and for the families of those who did not make home yesterday.

Eighteen years ago I was lucky to spend a week in this fabulous city. It felt home. Boston is so much like Vilnius.

This morning’s news was shocking…

I would like the sand and the snow.

Hot pancakes for breakfast.

Peach ice cream.

Five days to get lost in Provence.

A holiday.

I would like the north wind.

Falling in love with a song every day.

But peace in the World is all above.

I would like. That you were happier every single moment and safe. Every Single You.

Love, Greta.