It's about uncertainty

The weather is so unsteady today - it was sunny when I went out in the afternoon, then I spent 20 minutes in the underground to get to the center, and when I got to the surface, it was snowing already. I nearly ran to the hairdresser's to meet my friend (partly because I was late, but mostly because freezing cold wind was getting under my coat, making me shiver). As I was sitting there, the sun hid and showed several times.

I got a haircut and some color refreshment after my friends, he waited for me and after all manipulations were done, we went to a café. It was nice to be with someone, once in a while. I'm not a very social person, and I spend most of my time with myself, but sometimes I crave some company and a little chat.

When I got home in the evening and went for a walk with our dog, the sky almost cleared out again, and I could even see the stars among the clouds, especially Capella in the west, which was amazingly bright today (it's the third brightest star in the northern celestial hemisphere).

It's still chilly, but I feel the spring - it's not only in the calendar, but also in the wind, in birds' chirping and all those little details one can't help but notice, if has at least some attention to the surroundings.

A photograph from July 2011

Spring has come

I've been neglecting this blog for such a long time I'm almost angry with myself. At least, I could be posting some everyday pictures, if not writing text entries. But I really hope to change this and update it at least once a week.

Spring has finally come here, but it didn't bring the warmth and flower blossoms right away, as usual, we'll have to wait until April, when everything starts to melt and trees cover in little leaves. The only thing I don't like about this period is that it's too short - one day you're walking down the street and look at those ugly piles of dirty snow lying in shadows, and two weeks after everything is covered with grass and fresh leaves that grow so fast, too fast even.. And then it's summer, and I'm already thinking about its end, like in that Doors' song, "summer's almost gone".. I don't know why, but it always seems to be so much shorter than winter. Maybe, because nights are shorter and all those days flow and roll towards August, when those leaves begin to lose their fresh color and slowly wither, and it's already a shadow of an approaching autumn.

Meanwhile, there are little trees growing on my windowsill. I'd bed them out in a forest or somewhere around our summer cottage, when they become stronger.