This winter, there is only talk about the weather, or rather about the absence of winter. There was a bit of frost, and there were occasional snowfalls. This is probably the tenth time I've said this: I've never had such a fast winter!
And the speed of the winter, which felt like the deadest period, manifested itself not in the absence of seasonally appropriate weather conditions, but in a temporary feeling.
It seems like it was New Year's Eve recently, like yesterday I was shooting all sorts of festive lighting, and it's already spring.
I didn't want this winter the way I hadn't wanted it in a single year.
And this winter didn't happen...
And, I repeat, it's not the snow or the frosts, but the feeling of the season itself.
January just flashed by, February just disappeared without even starting...
But I was dead anyway...
Every winter I die mentally: there are no vivid sensations and emotions, I feel nothing inside.
But, apparently, it's not the weather that matters, but the ratio of the planets in the solar system, namely the Sun and the Earth.
I hope that with the arrival of spring, I will wake up, rise, be reborn, and be resurrected...