Impossible can be possibleMemory is a strange thing. When IÃÂve been there, looks like I have never paid attention to surroundings. I never thought all that even a trifle will stay in my memory and after four years I still remembered everything as it was just yesterday. That day I thought only about myself and about my final thesis those were mandatory in order to graduate. Everything was complicated. So I did not care about landscape or weather at all. But now the first thing I remember is sweep of meadows, the smell of fresh cutting grass and a light breeze that flattered my face. I remember kids playing with gorgeous butterflies, dog barking, our neighbors having a funny party. I still remember barbeque smell from that day. It looks like I can reach my hand and touch contour of a picture. There was no other noise just on my way home IÃÂve seen two bright red birds that runaway after they felt my steps or maybe they felt that there is threat of a storm.
Thinking
English: A cinnamon roll with glaze
English: A Finnish cinnamon roll, korvapuusti. Suo...In a couple minutes dark clouds covered blue sky, butterflies were gone. I wonder how they disappear in a stormy weather, IÃÂve never thought about this before.
It was already dark outside when I was staring to the computer screen, following my own thoughts and ideas on a virtual paper at the same time poring over books trying to support my creation. My head was stuffed with theories and hypothesis, I was at my 43 page of the biggest paper IÃÂve ever wrote. Due date was coming tremendously fast just one week and all this hard work, longest projects, researches and analysis would be over. For the longest three months I put so much effort and here I am almost over, happy and...