Spring.. Perfect word) Perfect season. Today i was smiling without reason. It is hmm sweetly. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. Everything just seemed so unimportant and far. And my mood was unreasonably perfect.. Another parcel, marvellous Haruki Murakami's story and of course music without which i don't imagine my life at all.

About Murakami. For me he writes not books but atmosphere. No, in other words. He wrote many books. And most of them are really smth. But in many of his books there is no plot itself, but there is this atmosphere. It merges with the plot and in some moment becomes the plot itself. And in some books like in my favourite "Hear The Wind Sing" (his first novel indeed) there is no plot at all but atmosphere. And if to assume that he writes about life it is perfectly right that his books don't have a plot as life doesn't either. So i was reading his short story in the subway between Strogino and Krilatskoe and i just dropped out of this world for the whole long stop. Very comfortably dropped.

And maybe next week i'll start working in.. Auchan.) I already got some snobbish opinions..) I regard it as an interesting experiment. Little money , less unproductive time.. It is a change, isn't it?

I hope smth'll change during this spring and i hope it'll be a good change.