Literary escapades

Sudden rain landed on our busy city heads. Weather forecast was taken by surprise yet again. Forget the picturesque stories on TV and weather satellites. They all must've been asleep when it happened and are feeling a touch disoriented. People are running back and forth in genuine panic. Only 'chosen' few have umbrellas they kept in a sad, distrustful anticipation or bought in a hurry in a convenience store. And I am one of the chosen with the neat little umbrella in my bag. Shoes on the other hand, can't benefit from it. They are new, shiny, posh and extremely worried. It's their second day outside, in a real world. Suddenly they start feeling shoeshopsick for the cosy box on a warm, dry shelf. Life outside is tough and unpredictable. Who knows what will happen next. Maybe that drunken guy will step on them. He's so dangerously close and rather unstable. Or the woman who insists on letting her umbrella drip on other's footwear. And... Oh, my god, school kid

We are crossing years like mountains Stepping cautiously on trembling bridges Suspended above abysses of fear and hope Daring to look in the eyes of a destiny Daring not to turn back

When Day is opening its eyes In a moment before the light is visible On the fragile edge of a dream and reality All the colors are blurred into a rainbow Flowing through the crystal air Whispering into your ear - Morning is here ...