Changes of time

When I today morning woke up, so my still cloud eyes had only narrowed one’s eyes through a window after my turning of the thin lamellas of the window blind. However, when I made the same procedure in our kitchen, then my look had sighted some big white plain outside. We have been so near to spring and Mother Nature moved it again some small piece back.

The first change has came.

In other time and at other place. Paris dusky due to just coming night hides hundreds and thousands of destinies and stories of the hundreds and thousands of the human beings. This is the story of one woman.

One of the trials of woman is the fear of being old maid. To escape this dreadful doom, young girls used to rush in matrimony with recklessness, which astonishes the beholder; never pausing to remember that the loss of liberty, happiness, and self-respect is poorly repaid by the barren honour of being called “Mrs” instead of “Miss”.

Chantal Harvey

The second change has came.

A mad world. Yes, so such real world seems look like to me. On the other hand, then it comes some nice change in some form of a meeting, some form of some art piece of work, some form of everyday common joys, which we give each other ourselves, or in some form of a glass filled with sun, which is concentrated into juice of the bunches of grapes harvested at some Moravian vineyard. No, the world cannot be mad.

The third change has came.

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