And you know, it's so wonderful to feel yourself alive again after two months of darkness and hopelessness, only sporadically flavoured by inforgettable holiday impressions.
Now I feel that I can be happy again, just all this pure happiness. I went to the most beautiful Norwegian city to admire the sea, the mountains and the architecture. First day it was such a wonderful spring, next day - such an incredible storm, but I survived, I just was so happy to feel all this 25m/s wind, so alive.
I have been travelled alone a lot, and I still don't know whether it is for my own best, I still miss some people I see so rarely now, but all these lonely trips also work as therapy. I have so much to feel, all that refills me like fuel I need so deeply. To become memories and stories. We're all stories, in the end.
Well, anyway, I almost completely forgot how just three days of freedom, air, wind in my hair can make me happy. And then what leaves is just to find your old playlists, all the music that was with you all these years, followed you, your sad and happy days, your smiles remembering all the wonderful people you met, lightness and light. Even Mondays can be happy, if you find them proper soundtracks, how could I actually forget?
And I can already hear the spring. Every morning I look at the tall pine-trees that grow outside my house and hear the birds singing.
Just as usual:
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feel like years since it's been here.
Here comes the Sun, and I say it's all right.