I Think I Can Smell Something From This Window.

Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.

Good.

I found this place. It's like a small patch from different times and I can't lie that I don't love it.

Even though I probably shouldn't be here.

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

Only trees are shielding me from it.

Something was taken. I don't know what and when, but there is still emptiness.

Is it still hungry?

It's March.

I was assured that birb is fine. They're going places and those places are more or less in their reach, according to their abilities.

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.

It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.

I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.