Once again, change happens in the spring. Every time I find a reason for it: spring is the birth of something new. Except there is no such thing as new. © The new is the old well forgotten. And no other way... I myself am old, with my fancies, judgments and habits. In order to know the new, to desire and then to get the new, it is necessary to do some hard work on oneself.
I am accustomed to live by feelings in this life... to pass through myself, to understand the emotion and physical perception of others... well, there is no other way for me now. Once upon a time I had a premonition of 2020... This is evidenced by one of the reposts... Now I have a premonition of a special spring. Some very bold colors of bright colors. Although, the word "bright" is still not the right word here. It's more like a greasy coat of, say, orange paint over a pattern in calm colors... almost faded. Probably greasy... Yes! That's more accurate.
I can already taste ripe nectarines, peaches and strawberries. My favorite cherries and... of course, strawberries. Although I am generally calm about the latter, but for the sake of completeness, it is impossible not to mention it.
This spring/summer will definitely be special in my life. And new again...to experience, to experience for the first time, and to finally understand myself even better. Even better! And new again... To want again and see the future in the colors of comfort. Only better... why else?
Today there are 100500 opportunities to prepare the ground for future wish fulfillments. Only I choose the exclusivity and thoroughness of realizing mine. Without compromises and conventions. I want to be responsible for my desires not only to myself, but also to the one who will be next to me.