BW
Petersburg for two days snow, and I am glad to.
probably takes its age, or just finally I learned to normal everyday common sense - the first major properly prepared for the winter, I have even, in exchange confused: his cap, wool gloves, and even four different spike tires (up to this, two I skated on the season of summer, from some inner bravado and conviction that we should not spoil the spikes asphalt).
from view from the window as much sucks in the stomach - the stone gray railings on the balcony are covered with white fuzz, on the contrary - a white veil over her - a gray building on top - a colorless sky, down below, if you pop out of the window - white-black pavement. No flowers, no chance, nothing distracts the eye, all that is available visually impaired, there is a reason that there must exist from eternity.
Yesterday marked birthday colleagues in the trendy, expensive and tasteless (such reason in St. Petersburg than in Moscow), institution where trendy chef of routine custom maps on the rubber taste the excellent food, and talked a lot about the south, warm.
To each his own - with all the love in the south, sea, sun - chomping on our buses slush for me sounds somehow b
of
lshey music than the sound of the surf. This here is damp - if you're healthy, not sick with tuberculosis, not tormented with rheumatism - Irritates my sense of smell more than the flowering of the most heavenly almonds.
0 comments:
Post a Comment