Close your eyes...

Evening.Standing on the sandy shore, looking at waves that tower above me, then down with incredible noise foam. They strive to carry me into the abyss of the water, but the ocean has mercy on me.

Simple city street without cars. Old house scary towering over me. Old lantern, who is going to die. It seems that everything has long been dead, but no, there's life, though small in size, but it is great. She is one the only ray of light in the darkness of night.

To the ears heard the rustle of grass, the birds singing. Quiet weteach stirs my hair and the sun hurts the eyes with its bright rays. Day, lovely day without a cloud in the sky and without a thought that something will go wrong. Stepping through the bright colors of flowers and herbs, going to the river, over which hangs its branches deerve.

Morning forest. The morning rustle of listia. Dew drops have not had time to dry, so all Belstat in gleams of sunlight. Morning freshness invigorates and makes you go deeper, but even there light.

This is the day the sun shines brightly, reflecting in the snow. The trees and we'd sleep under caps of snow. I'm standing on the verge-on the one hand the endless white snow-covered field, and on the other, the same endless forest in a white dress.

The ruins of the house. It seems that if you make a move, everything will fly on you. Here exactly no one and no one will be...

I'm at home, in front of computron. Here is the Desk, the window... as usual...

Sunset-a short period of not between the bleak and harsh in the same day. The red sun like blood, the last rays reflecting on the dark silhouettes of the trees. Old scimecca, the little paths of the Park.

Midnight, I and he(she). A quiet wave glide on the dark surface of the lake. Top and bottom lit by the moon. The green leaves of the trees hanging over us, somewhere in the distance an owl hoots.Romance, and above us hundreds of thousands of stars...