Black is the colour of my true love's hair....
а потом я поняла, что сюда не выкладывала. думала, что добавлю в фичок, а потом весь фичок улетел в ориндж. А драббл остался. хотя может тоже улетит
My apartment in Switzerland was too big for me. I needed far less living space than
I had. I was constantly preoccupied with the idea to get away from this place – it just
bothered me that much. The only thing I liked were those moments that helped me
escape the dismal mood, which hung over me more often. Like a child I would sit
on a chair in the middle of the room, observing the bright celestial body, which was
clearly seen from the large windows on both sides of the living room. Early hours were
particularly good for this. The city was just slowly waking up when I already saw the
sunrise. Gentle rays of the spring sun flooded my face, bringing back memories of the
mountains, and the paths. I vividly remembered jogs in the undisturbed snow. The sun
reflected off the pristine snow, blinding my eyes and making it unable to put on pace.
Those times seemed so distant and unattainable now.