Duck And Cover

Winter.

I don't quite remember what happened.

And same fella just a bit later

One of the rules is that you shouldn't touch things that shouldn't be in here. What a shame.

I haven't read a book in a while, and this one looks like poetry.

And this is something even I can recognize! Peonies!

...right?

It feels like there is nothing else, but this overwhelming blue void pretending to be something innocent.

Only trees are shielding me from it.

Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.

Smell of leaves fills the air.

:D

I like sky.

It's very bright when there are no clouds, to the point that my eyes are a little bit hurt, but that's just a little price to pay for this rare sight.