You know, sometimes it's very difficult to arm yourself with the fact that all the days of our life are created by God. These days we must live, they like us, or not. We can not choose one day, which we liked and try to live it, one more time.
August, I personally do not really like, to be more precise, he looks like a dive plane, which must make an emergency landing. The pilot fell asleep. I want to break the door into the cockpit of the pilot, throw him out of the seat and take a seat at the helm of the plane. The summer ends, and every August tells me about it. He reminds us that this summer we did not conduct the way we wanted. Circumstances were higher than us and our desires.
I straightened my hat, cast aside all doubts and looked toward the horizon. From behind the hill the smoke of a locomotive appeared. He was still far away. I checked my revolver and put it back on the holster. My horse tramped in one place, shifting from one hoof to another.
The moment has come true! I spurred my horse and a dizzying race began. The wind tried to rip my hat off. The horse was eager to fight. We flew like lightning, I have to catch up with him!
And now, we have leveled off. I just had to reach out and grab the locomotive car when my horse stumbled. The ride turned into a flight through the saddle and the horse's head. I see how the sand runs through the cobblestones and cactus thickets, I continue to fly with the thought, only not into cacti!
Hard landing, a moment of darkness, I landed. A piercing scream of a scavenger-scavenger, a bright ray of sunshine that cuts the eye and the taste of dust on the lips. Glory to the Creator that I have learned the taste of dust, I am alive, and tomorrow, I will be able to try again.
You can try to try again and catch up with the train that is on schedule, but it is impossible to catch up with the day that you have already lived.
A day that looks like this flower, which is ready for bed. With the difference that the flower, tomorrow morning again will open and will please the eye, and yesterday may become only tomorrow. You will remember this day, but you will not be able to live it a second time.
Why not come up with a day in the form of a Möbius leaf. One and an infinite plane. Remember the movie Groundhog Day? But, well, if it's a good day, if this day does not bring joy, then let it end.
Sometimes, even the day that you lived, it's hard to remember. The routine absorbs it. Such a competition is useful because it allows you to refresh your memory. Not many days have passed, but I needed help to remember it.
My camera helped me remember the events of this day, to be precise, it was a folder on my computer, dated this day.
But, more on that later. There are things I can not forget. I can say for sure that the day began with a cup of hot coffee and a glass of warm water. I with pleasure, every morning I bring them to bed to my beloved beautiful wife. This, then a little, than I can decorate the morning for her and see her smile. This is how my every day begins, and I like it. After the kiss, I remember all the best that I wanted to say to my beautiful mother of my four children.
Next, the camera comes to the aid. I went to the balcony, I was wondering what the weather is today.
What I saw made me rush back, grab the camera and turn it on quickly.
A bird I had never seen before was sitting on a tree branch. I could not determine the sight of this bird and I wanted to exclude this gap.
I managed to make two quick pictures, after that, the bird flew away. Its gray color, a very thin structure of the paws, puzzled me. I postponed until later the clarification of the question of what kind of bird this species belongs to. This photo lay to this day in a folder.
This article pushed me to find out what kind of bird it is. It turned out to be Ficedula hypoleuca. It's a female. The main food of this pepper is insects.
But, this article is not about this bird, but about one day of the calendar 8.18.18 about which I will continue my story.
While my wife was communicating via Skype with her eldest daughter and our granddaughter, my son called me to his room and asked me to listen to new tunes that he could play on guitar.
At such moments, I remember how small he was born. Doctors did not give him many chances to live. He was small, but he really wanted to live, and now he pleases me every day.
I am thankful to God for my children. I have three daughters, a granddaughter and a son. I never think about which one is better. They at me all remarkable. But, on this day the conversation will go about my son.
God gave him what I do not have, first of all, this is a musical ear. I like to watch my son playing the guitar. He does it very easily. It seems that he, just playing in a children's game, collects a children's designer, puts one chord to another chord and turns out the music.
We have not recorded a video for a long time, where the son plays the guitar. I asked my son, do you want to write this down? His answer was categorically-affirmative. So we recorded three videos that were published a few days ago in Steemit. They can be seen on our blog, or on our Dlive page.
These three compositions Pulp Fiction, Seventh#9 and Blues I have not published these videos on YouTube and I can not give links from this resource.
This day gave a great performance for our blog.
I remember that on that day we were very tasty, my mother baked potatoes with chicken with cheese in the oven, it was a feast of the stomach.
We spent the evening near the water. The lake, where the magic sunsets, inspires us.
I started this article with the fact that I do not really like August. But, even in that we do not like, you can find a diamond. This precious stone was the day - 8.18.18.
Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera
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