− It Never Repeats Itself
It is easier to be happy in winter. Winter always has an end. It leaves with the last melted snow. Nevertheless, it can`t be said about autumn or summer. When does summer leave? Never, of course. Yellow spot on a blue November canvas brings us a desire to enjoy the youth of a carefree summer. Sunday evening reminds us of August's bitterness. Mistakes of youth, the first betrayal… Autumn also lives in our hearts. It lives in the glass of red wine and in Chekhov`s stories, in the smell of a fire, in the mustard color of fallen leaves. A snow blanket only can reassure autumn anxiety. When does spring leave? In May? No! Never! It never leaves. Look at how beautiful that girl`s eyes. You fell in love again. In the gardens of your soul flowers are blooming. Spring follows us wherever we go. It reminds you of the gold of her hair that you held in your hand in 1986. The May rain covers our cheeks when we think about things that were not meant to come true. Spring is always sad. Beautiful and infinitely sad.
It is certainly easier to be happy in winter. Because it never disturbs you. Your peaceful joy always goes away when March come. It won`t come back. Only marble frost reminds you of your peaceful joy. Without regrets. Without sorrow. You live with this happiness, love and silence. You know that this feeling won`t leave you. It will be with you. Until the last snow melts.
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