Shots from January

A hangover.
Bitter cold.
Papers.
More Bitter cold.
Tea on the balcony.
More Papers.
Smell of Coffe sneaking into my bed.
Drizzle.
Colorful things cheering up my room.
Rain.
A pair of blue eyes.
Slippery roads denying any movement.

Győr.
Budapest.
Székesfehérvár.
Friends from Holland.
Nyíregyháza.
Obama.
Fog.

The once favourite music sounding exactly the same but telling a whole different story.


Photo from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUU4DwOkFPM

Reloaded

8 o'clock in the morning and the noise of the trash-truck wakes me up. The tea tastes better than the previous weeks. People are walking on the streets. The shops are opened. That ever-angry shopkeeper is looking at me again with a question in her bored eyes: "'Da hell 'ya want?" I feel like jumping around and hug her, smile at her and yell to her face:

"I would like my everyday pastry!!"

The post office is crowded with old people paying their bills. The sound of the copier is buzzing not far from me in the library. I managed to continue my childish game of "borrowing" some printed papers again.

The world phisically started its life once more. And I feel like jumping it around and hug it, smile on it and yell into its face: I'm living!

Mankind is not made for vegetating for such a long time. It is for creativity, for performance and for happiness. And you can only be happy if you feel produtive. It can be a small thing as a homework but never forget that it only depends on you. It's something I have to keep in mind too.

Photo from here by =circle--of--fire