Lovely Morning Chat of Spring

The coming of no extra clothing days received a more than comforting welcome in the city. Bright colors and lighter fabrics find their way out of the oblivious drawer. Sunbaths, Sunglasses tan the skin and help the wearer see through the lens of unreal colour, and the spring-shaped, brisk feet of the lovely ladies lighten up the already light streets (the later due to the miraculous effect of the wonderstockings). For a week we have  been enjoing sun but just as in Breakfast at Tiffany’s the shower  unavoidably comes and cools the spring-effect.

A Day’s Description (a lame imitation of the Artist)

The Young J. Joyce

Beginning: hot hot big white coffee still red from the touch of the morning fire (artificial fire). Wondering around smiley and sulky papers (of all tastes) as  a mere administrator with the most objective attitude possible. What else, but follow the line of utter correctness.

A wintry ride back which bestows on you a most gloomy continence.

End: restful scent of the bed, plus smell of the unwashed 2 inches of  skin and itchy undergarments, which cannot be taken off on account of the general expectations which require a chic outfits even while entering the realm of sleep.

New Year’s Intro, with a Weather Forecast

Winter Landscape with Bird Trap, 1565 by Pieter Bruegel The Elder

The boney frost of the fresh year turns into a treacherous early spring sunshine with strokes of sawdust in the wind. Sawdust, an unusual presence in the midday of the big city. These images rather fit a rustling flowerbeded April day with stubborn winds than this January. It is true, it proved better than a confusing fog or a blasting young blizzard but weather nowadays has got human qualities, unpredictably warm while one shall expect cold (or, to some people’s great merriment, vice versa).