the path remains, even when the road is broken. It's night already here. i like to watch sades playing on the dark leaves of the maple in front of the window. listen to the rain .. and smile. in 2 weeks my exams start. till july. well... i'll get over them. thats' just.. routine again. and... i dream. i dream of stuffy summer mornings and fresh sea breeze. i dream of dark nights, of their whisper, meek glances and hot grains of sand in humid palms. i go along the path, along the broken road that i've built once....