Found it!

 I am so insanely happy!

 I actually found these pedants I thought I lost. I thought they fell off my neck when I was on my way back home, but today I was looking for something in my bag, and I found them!

 I have a small pocket in my bag, where I usually keep pens (a lot of them – I always carry at least ten), pendrives, shopping lists and etc. Today at the office I couldn’t find Bic pen I bought a few days ago – I thought I left it on my desk somewhere as I was writing letters late in the evening. When I returned home and couldn’t find it on the desk, I’ve decided to check my bag once again. I swear, sometimes it’s like a black hole (it’s a black bag after all) – things inside just disappear. I took all of the pens, pendrives, bus tickets and etc. and guess what, the pedants were right there, in the pocket!
 Can you believe it? I actually started crying… and then I felt so silly. All this time I was mourning it, thinking about my loss of  familiar weight of the necklace, the sound it made whenever I moved and how I instinctively reached for it whenever I felt like… brooding a bit… and I had it with me, in the bag.

 I’m such a silly cow I can’t believe it, but it’s again with me and that’s all that matters ;). Ah, never underestimate a dragon (well, dragons) – it seems like they can always find their way back!

Other stuff.

 It’s raining all the time. The weather is like in autumn – everything is grey, the pressure is so low I have this urge to remove my own brain through the nose… neither pills nor coffee are helping. I sip green tea, listen to quiet music and hope for the best.

The Hardy Tree

A friend sent me this photo. I've never heard of it, but it looks pretty awesome.

"In the mid-1860s, the young Thomas Hardy was in charge of the excavation of part of the graveyard, in the course of the construction of the Midland Railway's London terminus."
~ St. Pancras Old Church

There is a city...

 I usually say that politics, politicians and our inability to settle accounts with previous political system killed all higher feelings in me (meaning patriotism). I usually think that we're still these silly romantics believing in ideals that are no more, and that these people who died for freedom of my country wouldn't have bothered, had they known what we did with this country... but from time to time I see something like this... and I feel kind of proud... even though I know that this solidarity never lasts long enough to lead to something more permanent.