At first you find fault with the chocolate box mountains in supermarkets. "Now already? Earlier every year!" you think. The next thing is to notice that there are only couple of weeks until Christmas and you've done nothing about it. I wonder if it's just an illusion to actually be able to enjoy every single moment and detail of the wait. Some day, some day...
This picture is taken couple of years ago because new ones are so hard to get at the moment. After all those grey weeks it seems to be getting colder and brighter, though. Today I walked home from school. It was sunny and quite nice when I left so I decided not to wear a hat. Then at some point my ears absolutely froze over - oh I didn't even remember how painful coldness can be! And when I stepped aside from the road to cross the street I noticed that all the leaves and tiny mushrooms had a white layer of frost on them and had gone all crispy. Unlike in the centrum 30 minutes ago.
...skies are blue, I gess.
The collage below is on the wall of my working space at school. Things that inspire me now: black, white, grey and dusty, light pink (like in every November?). Birds and feathers. Blossoming trees. Wild animals. Arrangements of flowers, jewellery, mirrors and other stuff.
Someone had really made the effort to make that so called graffiti on a railway bridge in my old hometown. And to say what...
I like the little traces in cities that tell that it's citizens aren't asleep. That someone is looking around and thinking, feeling. Like lovelocks and funny stickers. But what kind of a feeling does one get from leaving a stain?