So wet and soft rain outdoor. Woke up late I couldn’t come in college in time. There was two third course girl whom I was talking with a few minutes about review, Moscow and our diploma works. En route I was listening radio – it was church service with choir and prayers about Ukraine. Curiously.
Now I’m sitting by my picture in cozy clothes and outside the window wind and water are making their own dance. Very comfotably. It’s suspisious of sad like a tingle of glazing colour.