I’ve been to the market today and guess what? I bought blueberries.
Today’s Me-image – me, washing blueberries. That is all.

(Or so I thought.)
I just remembered there’s a lovely movie I highly recommend, it’s called “My Blueberry Nights” – and it’s about abandoned keys, kept in a glass jar by a guy who runs a café. He keeps those keys in case their owners (all patrons of the café) ever want them back to re-open whatever doors they once had closed behind them. Sometimes people change their minds. It happens.
The movie is also about a girl, who, one day crosses the street by not just walking from one pavement across the road to the opposite pavement, but by going on a journey instead, taking an extensive detour from New York to Memphis, up to Las Vegas. In the end, in the end everything comes back, and maybe everyone, too, or at least some of them. That happens, too.
The movie is called “My Blueberry Nights” because in that café, all sorts of desserts are ordered, except for the blueberry pie, and the story seems to go from there. Watch and enjoy it for yourselves.
And that is really all. For now.