stevie knickers

hellooo. i am writing from a very windy and rainy sthlm. it has been very windy here lately and the winds make everyone very angry and irritable. ella asked me what i thought the worst thing about windyness was, i said 1) the resistance 2) it gets very rubbishy because all this trash starts flying around that is usually hiding in the corner so there is like trash flying around everywhere and its not nice. Ellas worst thing was the sound in the ears from the wind.

but everyone gets totally crazy from the wind, did u know there are different famous evil winds across the worlds that are known to increase crimes and suicide rates and mental illness?? “For example, central European countries have Foehns, dry southerly winds blowing over the Alps and associated with ‘Föhnkrankheit’ and increased suicide. Similarly, psychological distress has been reported to be related to winds like Santa Ana (California), Hamsin (Middle East), Mistral (southern France) and Sirocco (Italy).” (https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC4543179/)

As you can hear, they all have pretty evil names, I think the Mistral in France sounds the scariest, but also “Foehns” that cause “Föhnkrankheit”, whatever that is. I do not like the sound of that, at all. Hamsin sounds pretty bad too, Sirocco is just a really good name for a horse and Santa Ana = slutty.

apparently there is almost no scientific research on the effects of these winds on the mental health but someone should really do it.

on thursday it was a storm. as my friends were texting stuff i saw a tree fall down behind my house through my window. the storm was kind of exciting when hiding away inside and not going anywhere, although one person got injured because a tree fell on him in the park. but i dont think anyone died. the day after i saw fallen trees all over town, it was like half of all trees had broken and there were trees lying all over the place. and i was walking in the cemetary and took these pics of a huge fallen birch tree.

i am lying on my bed rn looking out at the trees outside my window and i see a deer and i am drinking a tall glass of elderflower lemonade that i made myself the other day. i am tired and restless. the elderflower bloomed a week ago, and thats when i picked them. there is like a calendar of intoxicating scents, first, in spring, there is the lilacs and the bird cherry (hägg, i had to google the english word).. then there is the blackthorn, then there is the jasmine and then there is the elderflower, and soon i think its time for honeysuckle or have i missed it? i hope not

i cant stop listening to this song