Draw the line

Today I realised that my favourite pokemon is probably Gengar...

...but that's not really what I wanted to write about.

The streets are filled with the spring air. The bird-cherry tree outside my balcony has blossomed. Everything has become somehow lighter.

I watched The Raven. It was exactly as I was expecting it to be and how metacritics had prepared me for it - slightly below average, not good enough, it didn't capture the darkness of Edgar Allan Poe's world. Though it had a beautiful piano piece included which I couldn't recognize. If I by chance find out what it is, I'll probably learn to play it.

Well, there are The Avengers. Yet so much has been told about it I don't think there's anything more to be said...

Sometimes I forget that the sun rises earlier in May than it does in August because usually the first thing coming to mind is that the sun rises the earliest in summer although it still rises earlier in May than in August. I love the dawn in the summer. I never get tired of saying it. After all, it's one of those rare things that make me feel alive. So I shouldn't forget to enjoy the dawn in May because at the third month of summer it won't be as good as it is right now.

If I see the dawn it makes the summer heat and the evening blood feasts of mosquitoes tolerable because there's always another dawn to see. Summer makes you that way. Have you ever lived so chaotically you forget the border between day and night or how at least it should be? I have. Summer lets you live that way. We spend the evenings whispering and singing quietly. We go out at night to lie on the warm asphalted road and watch the stars fall. Laughs and talks are heard everywhere wherever you go. I meet the dawn alone but I don't feel as though I am because everything wakes up along with it except for those who are fading away in to the dream realm instead.

One of the most amazing feelings is opening the window at night and hearing the birds still singing. It's 'cause the picture and the sound don't really go together. It gives me the butterflies in the stomach as though I'm in love.

And all those feelings are right before my eyes. ... if that is what I wanted to write about...