The trees are shedding their clothes, the streets have become quieter. Autumn has knocked on the doors of homes and hearts. It is already standing on the threshold.

The bad weather retreats, taking with it scraps of my thoughts and sorrows. The setting sun illuminates all the depth and beauty of the clouds, which just a minute ago seemed like an impenetrable gray ceiling.

Tomorrow it will rain again.

The red light stopped her in the flow of the evening. All that was has vanished. All that will be has not yet come. There is only this moment. And her. Now.

A warm May evening. I’m on my way to a date with a beautiful, sweet girl who, a bit later, will be telling me all about “junior positions,” the difference between backend and frontend, and other fascinating and oh-so-important things (yes, that’s sarcasm).

A new neighborhood. Welcome to the kingdom of concrete and steel.

The sun is shining, rain is falling, and the bus dives beneath a beautiful rainbow.