Ei seesty pääni päällä,
tuo vanhat pilvet päivä uus.
Ja joka päivä täällä
on pieni ikuisuus.
Past days were glittering with sun, it felt so magical after those dark winter days. Life is coming back. Happiness is awaking. It was well under zero last week, but regardless crispy cold air I have spotted some distant traces of forthcoming spring. Hope. The smell of spring, floating above deeply frozen grounds and waters.
Partly sunny Sunday offered milder weather today. As I went for a walk, I have noticed some Skywalker has forgotten her/his additional pare of trainers on an electric wire high up in the air. Perhaps she/he just dropped those, as they seemed so warn out, not considering all recycling possibilities
Finally, I think such things occur on electric wires high above the ground if one lives in a neighborhood full of students and constant student parties.