It's been a long time since I've been in heavy rain! So I went out for a walk and took pictures by the river. The rain began to drizzle, and then intensified so that the thick jacket was soaked through.
Of course, I started filming people with umbrellas.
This is the longest spring of my life, which I should be happy about.
But for some reason, she fell out of my memory, or rather flew by very quickly.
There's something wrong with the perception of time – it's like yesterday was January, and it's already April.
Winter usually takes a long time and is tedious, but here you are – there is almost no snow, the weather is abnormal, but something is still wrong.
It's as if winter doesn't consist in snowfall, but in general, in its influence on consciousness.
I can't describe all the oddities in my head yet..
Every winter has been a little death for me lately.
This year, despite the lack of snow, it was like I wasn't alive either.
It seems that we should be happy about the yellow spring, which, according to my statement two years ago, is the best time of the year.
But this period has dragged on so long that I already want something else...even snow.
It turns out that it doesn't matter what the weather is, the main thing is that it changes more often.
I'm happy with the rain, but if it lasts a week, it will get boring.
The sun gets boring every day too.
To be continued...