In a Waiting by Andriy Stoudinsky

It rains.
Again, and again, day by day. It`s pissing me of. I like rain, but when it`s warm and sunny, when I have an umbrella and my headphones with music. But now I just have to sit on my window sill and look into cold wet dark nothing that replace my usual look from window. Usually it is nice little walkway under a lot of very high and old oak trees that is higher than five-story building in which my apartment is located. Someone loves the romance of high views but as for me a view from a ground floor on a giant trees little bushes and the people that walk on a lane in a hurry of something is better.
A dental hospital in front of my house is quite nice but it still looks in Soviet Union never die architecture style. A couple of so called “Khrushchev buildings” aren`t messing with panorama from my window. Even if there a little too old they are still looking good, thanks to community services. One corporate high-rise building is looking like an anthill for black sad people. It is strange to see such a promiscuity, when office building, dental hospital and standard five-story buildings are in the same block but that is what my city area is about. It is never sad to walk through streets that shine like a low-cost Christmas tree with all kinds of toys and stuff that you can find on your attic. It is like all areas of New York city missed together and placed on area that even a little less than a quarter of Manhattan. The same is for the people of this hood. Old and young, small and tall, happy drunk students and sad tired office workers, Asian, Arabic, African and even Latina every nationality and every race all of them is here. It`s like an alcohol cocktail that has the largest list of ingredients in the world.
But let us get back to my window. Only now I realized that a have been just sitting here and thinking for a couple of hours. The rain has stopped and the darkness realized that she has some things to done in other place give her place to shining light that smiles to me with sun bunnies and beautiful view which appear when sun and leaf crones combine. That is what I like. Fresh ozone air and beautiful view convincing me to open a window. Oh, this sound of city. A little bit too loud but still normal for a 6 p.m. Rush hour is standard thing even for our little town. Everyone is what to get home as quickly as they possibly can, so the traffic is awful. Through the sound of the streets there still some nature. What would I do if there was no trees and plants around? Birds are singing, one cat is looking for the mint in the little garden under window, and even a little funny hedgehog is sniffing for something. That make me feel extremely peaceful and calm. Maybe I should stop playing that awful thing? Nevertheless, I hear the sound, that awfully common sound of notification. The internet is back, online has come to life on my pc. Launching the game and looking for new feelings. Still it is too wet to go outside anyway.