What can be done in one hour? Or in two hours? A lot of. Especially in a secluded space.
It was late autumn. The leaves have fallen. Like a flake. Like a relationship.

It was the windowless airport. I just was waiting for the flight. Suddenly my cell-phone rung Ч УYou have new SMS-messageФ. But... who could send it? Everyone knew I left GSM network in few minutes.

- Hey, I canТt be there in 10 min. IТm late, but please wait me!
- IТm sorry... who are you? It has to be a mistake.
- Olga?
- No
- Oh, I really sorry. But may be you can tell me, if one girl says УI do not love youФ, would it mean she loves me?
- Well, it depends from your relationships.
- May be she wanna break off with me?
- IТm not sureЕ
- I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I CAN DO
- JustЕ just do not flat about it! Everything will be alight. You can understand incorrectly!
- You give hope to me.
- Well, IТm not sure I can do it.
- Please! Just think about future, not about the past

One last time I turned around to look at everything there. All had become a story without a plot, a series of unconnected events without structure, without purpose, and leading to howhere in particular.

The plan had taken me to where I needed to be. From south to north. From darkness to light. From past to present tense. Or on the contrary? Countless times it has taken me from here to there and back again.
But...
That is that.
Period.
End of story.

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Ќемного грустно дл¤ начала весны... но ведь не заканчива¤ старого нельз¤ начать новое! ;-)