Ukraine, May, and on my balcony there is not a sparrow, but a frozen snowman. The wind is so strong that my hairdo has a life of its own, and a down jacket is back in top spring fashion! I already suspect that spring is an introvert. It just doesn’t want to leave the house. Or maybe it’s in quarantine? Or went on vacation…? But do you know what warms me? People. Their warm words. Correspondence that makes me smile. That’s why I’m on the site — what if my sunny person is found among these clouds? Let’s warm ourselves together. What if spring sees me and comes back?