Good old times.

I really enjoy these little moments that stick with you, however meaningless. Nice people. Emotions connected with strangers. Observing.

This young man. I used to be on the same bus with him quite often. Eyes meet. Every time he got out one stop before me. Jalaka. One day I smiled at him after he left the bus and looked at me from the wet asphalt.

I'm walking fast, as if in a hurry, avoiding the puddles. To get home faster, I need to cross one that is almost the size of a small pond. I find a good edge, jump on an unmelted block of ice and from there.. splash! I'm in the mud, laughing mad! Never happier!

I love not being able to find two socks from the same pair.

Don't you think that you should meet all the people in your life while playing the game of turning the blanket around and all of a sudden you're being told: "You have sexy toes!"

Why do I always look the best when I'm planning to spend the night in, listening to music and reading a book?

I love it when I'm on the window, it's in the middle of the night and it's dead quiet on the right and you can hear the snow melting due to the rain coming down on the left.

I love waking up and seeing someone has thought of me while I was asleep.

I love (and this one's for you, Jev!) having a cigarette and a cup of coffee on the window while it's lashing down outside!

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