Пишу для себя, когда появляется настроение. В зависимости от темы или настроя, истории сочиняю на одном из двух языках, которые знаю равнозначно.
Scribbling whenever the right mood strikes me. Depending on the topic or my particular mindset, the sto...
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It's that very day when I wake up and realize - without opening the window - that spring has come. It's palpable, something has shifted. I open the window and breathe in the warm air. Basking in the early sun rays and lazily sipping the first cup of coffee I think of 'newness'.
Spring is strongly associated with rebirth in my head - new leaves on the barren branches of trees, new ideas in my head.
Spring is the youngest season of all. It's youthful and cheeky. It's filled with the smells of awakening nature. It rejuvenates my hibernating soul. I'm in the springy state of mind.
