Finally, I went out to the street. Very bright lights of cars were moving in three bands. I just felt the humidity nicly flowing through my muscles. Near the house, the red metal mail box was painted inks fresh, cold and massive, right next to the indian food shops, live our neighbors which i am unfamilliar with. In the courtyard side the hanging garlands were blindly flashing. I did everything fast around my eyes - a white track bar, damp fences, wet pavement, dirty snow, and at the windows swaying garlands. Every day more and more. Towards the running of uncertainty approaching the line. Until the end.