No clouds in the horizon. This is the way summers go here.
This is good. The absence of thoughts in my head. I can act completely spontaneous. I can sit and read in the balcony surrounded by vines, I can go and walk around the old town, look at people, world moving chaotically in the streets. I can read or write poetry in the cafes, when I’m inspired by the city. Shame that more and more of franchised cafes are appearing in Vilnius. Time still disappears here. It transforms into a sea of sounds, forms, emotions and movements.
Like in a dream this reality seems made up.
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