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Decay on the building wall.

Visited my parents in the town where I was born and lived until i was twenty. Every time I leave there I get a sudden rush of nostalgic feelings. It seems to be getting stronger every time. Maybe this is due as now I’m visiting there with my own son.
Seeing the childhood house, neighborhood, streets and parks rises so many memories from back then. Realization that I can never go back there to that time and feelings hits me every time. I guess this is part of getting older.

Shades of gray over the icy sea.

Even though the sun wasn’t shining it was quite bright day outside. My brain is starting to wake up after the darkest hour of this year. Spring is closing us now fast