The Sky Changing Colors

When the day comes - I hardly ever realize it's here, streaming through the window on hands, face, hair, slowly covering the whole body. It fills you with life even if you don't want it to. It's more like time - it belongs to all, still never consults anyone.

First need to feed the body with a cup of coffee, then feed the mind with an edition of press. Looking outside can't really believe my eyes - spring hasn't left, lingered for a holiday of a hundred days. In the very morning, when mind is still half-asleep, and all against any kind of movements in desire to watch another dream, I feel better. Morning comes with luggage of tomorrow, and a heap of plans for the day. Actually, the planning is what really sweet in a plan. There you have the hope and intention to do whatever is planned and needed. But when it comes to plans... you realize that arranging was the best part. After all things ARE to be done, and as they are formed in mind and in your personal schedule, there's no going back.

That's how the life in a megapolis goes - plans and arrangements lead you, mixing up roads, highways, people faces and lines. The clock ticks too fast, and I get the feeling as there is a small fairy pushing the arrow somewhere.

Techniques. Gift and curse of the 21-st century. Phones, players, navigators, transport and many more things. They seem to be inseparable from the generation of today. Its roots have grown too deep in mind and hearts, and there's a little chance to get rid of them, without hurting the insides.

Only a thousand of years - and what is a thousand of years for the Universe? - and the humankind uses whatever they have dreamed of. The theatre of service is so well-organized, that it's hardly noticeable. Machine of the city works, fires and hires people, leaving only the strongest in its mind. We work for people, as people work for us. We make someone happy to see somebody making us happy as well.

Even feelings start to be the part of the service. You pay, and people smile at you for your money. Still no one knows what they really think - it's too complicated, too personal and unreliable.

The day ends. Body overcomes the mind, asking for rest, food and entertainment. City gives it all. You see friends and faces - that is what really makes your day. And if you make friends with the city - it's only a plus to your enjoyment.

It's never too dark here. Light is afraid to leave the place, helping himself with lamps, neon sings and cigarettes lights. But everyday there's a moment when I love the city most of all - when the streetlamps go out, and the day hasn't really come yet. There's the Moon, the far promising light of the Sun and the late stars. Nothing more. Sounds are fresh, colors are vivid. And there's a magnificent color of the sky, which is neither painted by day, nor shaded by night. It doesn't last long - half an hour if you're lucky enough. Then comes the first light, city runs in its usual pace and all is filled with sound again.

Another day has started.