The new year is three month old now and still there wasn't anything that amazed me as much as polaroid pictures. No music, no stories, no sweets so far as fascinating as the magic of captured moment, printed out immediately.
I spend my days waiting for the spring and the perfect song to welcome it, but so far i couldn't find any.
It's a weird time. Winter is over and Spring is not there yet.
We are living in a month between seasons.