Spring in Murmansk: Path and Support

Beautiful Murmansk, hello! I finally managed to get out into the center, even when there are practically no people on the streets. It's not that cold, it's minus 6°C, but I'm cold. I guess I'm not walking enough and my body hasn't adapted to winter.

We have the shortest month ahead of us and spring is upon us! One that I think will be the first time for me like this. Trying to move faster and upward inevitably runs the risk of getting off track. It's a very fine line of lost profit... with that said, efficiency ≤ 0 is wildly demotivating to me.

I've always said that speed is the cause of many, if not all, troubles. And I myself, diverting my attention from the road, hurry to get to a wider one.

Thanks @kuzminav for the advice on choosing a book to read. You've never told me something insignificant to me. It's strange everything, what's inside me, what's around me... it's like I'm out of place, like I'm nobody. Maybe I need support from behind so I don't fall back a millimeter.

Again, I've made my point too complicated, as it will seem to some... and I myself, a couple years later, will have a hard time remembering today's excitement and experiences. It is certainly not to learn poetry, but a small reason to remember my life in detail.

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