Favorite... This word is not suitable. I adore spring. My soul wakes up after the winter. Ice in my heart is melting. My mind is singing. This music is simple. When raindrops are falling on a small green leaves of the trees, when I hear muttering of thunder, but the sky is still clear, there is my music, there is my mozart.
When crazy lightning is running across the sky, when it blinds me with it's light, I am charmed. It's my "Last Supper" by Leonardo da Vinci.
When sky cleared up and when white light clouds are floating on it, it's my cradle of soul.
Fresh clear air is leaking in my body. It gently tickles my nose. It's the best perfume. No one can not reproduce it artificialle.
Dew washes the feet generously. Admirable green carpet clasps the feet. I like to dream despite the happy rainbow.
Everything breathes by positive moments and I live, and I'm alive.
