Trying to hold on to the fleeting moment of spring.

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• Film “17:01”

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.

Every evening, around 5-6 PM, a bird sings in the yard. And it chirps so beautifully! “Chvik-chvik-chiviiik!” Usually, I hear birds early in the morning, but this one is some sort of evening bird.

I wanted to record it, but by the time I got the recorder out, it had stopped. And now, once again, it’s the sounds of cars, children playing, the evening city with its own concerns. Tomorrow, at the same time.