Morning explosion
While this spring hot madness i woke up every day very early, at the sunrise.
I walked out to the terrace and looked the sun goes up. The roof was thinly covered with hoar-frost and was sparkling like diamond’s bust. The grass, the trees, everything was covered with that unbelievably fragile ice. And then it was like filled with sunlight, everything was ready to be overfilled with it and to explore with golden sparks.
I adore shades of the morning:
powdery but sharp,
cold yet with golden sheen
it feels like you’re still sleeping but everything is very clear.
In the afternoon I took a walk in the garden and basked in the sun. I have forgotten about everything and walked with barefoot on the grass and breathing spring ground.
My feet were sinking in the soil, I wished I could have roots… my feet are as pale as white roots.
I lied on the grass with the neighbour’s cat.
Together we filled our black fur with sunlight and the scent of spring’s soil.
This world had like separated from all other world. Separated with a wall of calmness and pacification. There were mo emotions and movements except one - the harmony.
… to touch the dry grass, inhale the scent of the soil, to burrow my nose into the cat’s white fluffy neck, dive my fingers under the ground (like under the skin)…
Want to come back there… to that day.
13th april 2007.
photos made on 28th march 2007.
I walked out to the terrace and looked the sun goes up. The roof was thinly covered with hoar-frost and was sparkling like diamond’s bust. The grass, the trees, everything was covered with that unbelievably fragile ice. And then it was like filled with sunlight, everything was ready to be overfilled with it and to explore with golden sparks.
I adore shades of the morning:
powdery but sharp,
cold yet with golden sheen
it feels like you’re still sleeping but everything is very clear.
In the afternoon I took a walk in the garden and basked in the sun. I have forgotten about everything and walked with barefoot on the grass and breathing spring ground.
My feet were sinking in the soil, I wished I could have roots… my feet are as pale as white roots.
I lied on the grass with the neighbour’s cat.
Together we filled our black fur with sunlight and the scent of spring’s soil.
This world had like separated from all other world. Separated with a wall of calmness and pacification. There were mo emotions and movements except one - the harmony.
… to touch the dry grass, inhale the scent of the soil, to burrow my nose into the cat’s white fluffy neck, dive my fingers under the ground (like under the skin)…
Want to come back there… to that day.
13th april 2007.
photos made on 28th march 2007.