Hey. It's been awhile. Quite awhile. More than one year, I know... But recently I've started to think of writing again - maybe because I miss it, maybe because I've always considered it as a defining feature of me... But maybe also because one of my friends has recently started a blog too and I've remembered how much fun it is and how good it feels to put things down in words.
Due to fortunate circumstances, my Sunday isn't as busy as it usually is and I've quickly finished my preparations for next week (however, I'm still ignoring that large pile of homework which still looks at me reproachfully). It was really a maginficent day - the sun was shining and it was somehow warm, so my boyfriend and I decided to take a loooong stroll through the city, enjoying the spring-like atmosphere. People, dogs and pigeons were gathering on the spots where the sunbeams could sqeeze through the buildings - everyone was desperate to catch a little dose of light and warmth. I've taken this picture at Burggarten, where the Palmenhaus was overly crowded today. As there weren't enough seats provided by the café outside, people would take advantage of the art déco facade and literally sat on the decorations on the wall or on windowsills.
The sun was typical of winter - very low and bright. Our mole eyes have to adjust to its radiance, as it pierces through the blindness and numbness caused by winter. A gush of wind that blows away the protective layer of dust, calling us to leave it behind, calling us to awake - to live.
