Summer for an hour

For the second time in the last two weeks, an amazing natural phenomenon is taking place. The very cold summer of this year has left no one indifferent, perhaps. And one evening I observe a picture when the sky, covered with a dense shroud, suddenly... is cut by a blue smoothness on the sky horizon. Summer is back!

Murmansk met this event with joy. It was not only people who had a change of attire. Lilacs! The city was all in the shades of this plant. Here and there one could hear that lilacs had blossomed. Another pleasant reason for a good mood.

Nothing heralded change and even the weather forecast was confidently above +15°C, as suddenly... a chilly wind picked up. The sky turned gray in a minute, and the air temperature dropped probably 2.5 times. The forecast changed, promising up to +8°C at night.

And here's the whole juice and the whole point... Have I started to notice it, giving a special coloring to events that might happen more than once a year or is the emotional and event flow so meager that my essence demands, compensating for the deficit in this way!

The end of the day... Not at all like in the song "New Year" by Semyon Slepakov... quite the opposite. The day gone takes with it the time I feel I've lost... missing out on something allotted and enabling something. It's shameful to give up minutes for nothing. And yes... Now time flies colossally fast... Remembering a once favorite aphorism: "Now it is such a fast time that you can do everything fast, even waiting".

Learned at some point to just live rather than do, rush, fulfill, perform, create. The perfect attempt to regain this skill was in the iconic year of 2023... in my life. And even there, sitting on the beach, I felt remorse for not doing anything.

And there is no single right choice between "here & now* & "Let's think what if". If the question of choice is left to everyone, then my choice is to learn to value time and get.... No! And live in the present!