" I am the Passenger and I ride and I ride..."

After two weeks of every-year depression unconquerable desire to escape from the town ate me. To the village! To the village! Every single kilometr from the town I understood how wonderful can be life, I started to smile looking at quaint clouds. As far I drove from dust and noise of " glass and concrete" as better I felt. I realize that I can't breathe freely among fence. Could you imagine the volume of freedom when you are standing in the middle of the field of flowers, listening the buzzing of bees and dragonflies? Only you and nature.
Now I know how important to feel the unity between you and the other world. And I finally know what to do and how to cope with it.

Summer

The summer has come. Damn, I hate summer!!! I don't know, is there anybody in the whole world, who hates summer the same as me. May be, polar explorers?
Of course, "hate" is too strong word, but I really don't like summers. I don't take kindly to it. And I don't know why. I understand, that summer is so wonderful: rare warm rains, hot weather, beaches and sea, light clothes, short skirts, open-air parties, sunbathing, swimming, beach volleyball, vivid colours, flowers, KaZantip. And? I'm not surprised. Give me a snow woman, mittens and sledge!!! I can't bear with sand everywhere after a half-of-an-hour trip to the Baltic Sea, I don't like too hot weather and baking sun. But when I start thinking about Murmansk, for example, I thank Gog for a great opportunity of living in such place like Kaliningrad. I know, we always need more than we've got. But, people, lets appreciate these small life's gifts!!! I'm learning...