First snow this year. Disappeard faster than fell to the ground.
Bus is an invaluable observation point. Today I found out while talking with a friend, that there's someting that you can call 'bus savoir-vivre' or maybe rather...'bus survival'. Which place to choose so you won't have to give it to older person? When you should give place to someone? Is this person old enough not to feel resentful? Etc.
I'm living in a different reality lately. My inner callendar is not adequate to the real one. Christmas disappeared from it. One day is like the day before and the next day. Days are almost the same, passing like autumn leaves. Or passing like first snow.
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