Clear day

		One of those days - I am early up, when birds awake, immersed in a night moisture, they're warming up the voices with morning dew, rehearsing music parts, as usually dividing for the soprano and the altos. Anticipating fun, I'm sneaking closer and stunned, pulling curtain's cord: so clear glass, and air glows, washed up by the rain, my window highlighted by the storm! The sky still bears traces of the struggle and triumph, between the odds, prestige and self-control. But washed away the learned skill next moment, when the rising sun throws pastel cloak on sky's blue skin. Invisible sky-lighter moves slowly switcher up, and show will begin - unique, with shades and colours, and every face I meet will keep the traces of struggle and triumph I saw on morning sky in theater of life with people as an actors.

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