Okay guys, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have written that. I know, and I can't skip the part that Boston is currently mourning the two firemen who passed away valiantly giving their lives for serving their city and its people. I will have a special post about them, from April second to fourth depending on when all this crape madness will end or at least decrease. But anyways, those two died for us to live, and if you are not from those who can't speak about anything else, dropping fake tears from time to time, I am recommending you to enjoy, no matter what, just enjoy.
For example, watch something very beautiful, just like a sight from my bedroom window at six o'clock in the morning. When my alarm rang and, I sluggishly dropped my hand on it, I turned my face in the opposite direction from it to let Orpheus hug me again, and saw this:
When rushing to the exam, I glimpsed in a yard of a many-floor house. Long, dark corridor, with only a couple weak lamps, where the sound of each of my step echoed resoundingly, leaded me to a well with a square of a sky somewhere above. It was much worse then famous Saint Petersburg's stone bags. I'll try not to complain about the sight from my window anymore. Here is my window, by the way:
On Friday I was at Prudential center and saw a new hydrangea garden there. How beautiful it is! In Boston it is a popular flower for both indoor and outdoor keeping, but here in Prudential I saw it for the first time a week ago.
This cute creature was watching me from the window of the shop in front of Young Men Christian Association on Huntington avenue. Hopefully the kitty reassures people from buying soda.