The View Outside by Maria Bogdanova

Today her mood is melancholic and thoughtful, her feelings are hiding.
She steps to the window aimlessly and watches the street. First thing that she sees is the church that is towering about everything claiming Christian dominance. It reminds her about the temple from childhood where she used to go every Sunday. She was smaller and more modest, but for her heart it`s nicer than any cathedral. The trees above are naked and vulnerable, they cause her pity. Recently they were full of life and now they are dead. The girl feels almost the same – when nature dies she dies too, she hates long dark nights and dull sky; she`s looking forward for spring, because it brings the warms and colors back.
A lot of cars are driving on the road – they head quickly somewhere; few brave people cross the way in front of them, though the light signal is red. She likes trying to guess who are those folks, what worries them, what life they have and where are they going. For example, apparently the young boy (age 10-13) is making his way home after school. Mother prepared dinner for him and then he
will play computer games or will go to sled. No homework – today is Friday. He doesn`t look happy – maybe he got bad mark and parents will be disappointed. She remembers that her mother didn`t say anything embarrassing when she was bringing low marks, but the look on her face was more eloquent then any words.
Or do you see that woman in red jacket and skin-tight jeans? She walks slowly talking with omebody on the telephone. The girl fancies that it`s her boyfriend. He asks how her day is going, what she`s doing and she`s telling him everything. The pretty woman laughs from his joke and comes inside of beauty salon – she signed up for a manicure. Her life is easy and carefree, not like girl`s - full of wrong decisions and actions.
…It`s snowing and a lot of people held umbrellas in their hands trying to protect themselves. On the road snow immediately becomes dirty and loose it`s beauty. But everything seems wither and brighter with falling snow. And yet everybody is too busy to stop and enjoy the moment. She`s busy too, sometimes she don`t call her relatives for weeks, because she doesn`t have time. Of course, she realizes that it`s only an excuse. She forgot how to be relaxed. All the time she`s dealing with
different problems and in the end they are so petty! She runs somewhere, she drinks a lot of coffee, she studies, she doesn`t sleep enough, she gets stuck in social networks and meantime life passes by her. She understands it, but she`s not sure those passersby do.
For her the view outside is a piece of magic, it feels like the day before Christmas – it`s cold, snowy and you are waiting for something beautiful to happen. She likes Christmas and New Year, because in these days all her family is gathered together and she forgets about cold and coldness. She steps from the window: it`s time to back to reality, to boring duties. She holds a cup of hot scalding coffee. It`s cold in the room and it won`t change much even if she puts warmer cloth or turns on the heater. She`s like those trees now: naked and vulnerable. She needs spring to arise her. She likes snow, holidays, sledges and skates, but alive nature she appreciates more.