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  • The day had been strenuous with continuous walking. My shoes were wet and fingers white. It had rained since early morning. The moment of light had been just a glimmering fishing line briefly drowned into the sea of black oil. I felt like a fish in hook myself.

    People around me had one thing in common: they were all dressed in black. I didn’t get it. Why summer clothes are so colourful and autumn & winter clothes are so uniformly black? During dark months nature and cities are black enough, why on earth we dress in black then, too? Is it some sort of instinct from Stone Age? In fear of sabre tooth tiger jumping from garbage bin after delicious, bright-coloured prey we use camouflage.

    Somber thoughts comes with tired feet, I admit. And then suddenly, from somewhere (heaven, I think) two angels dropped ahead of me. With golden boots and coats shining like mother-of-pearl! They were living torches penetrating the darkness. When they walked side by side they turned sour, grumpy, tired looks to smiles all around them. They turned October to May.

    At that moment I felt I could walk twenty kilometres still.

    I never saw two angels’ eyes. Maybe it was better. Their shine would have made me blind.
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