The postcard, sent to me from Morocco by my friend. It is a marvelous moment to look into your mailbox and find a letter from some different, unknown world.
Sunny, spring morning on Saturday in my native city of Saint Petersburg.
Surely, somebody had a good party on last Friday night (hint: the blood at the glass).
The dance competition (lindy hop, fast lindy).
The same place, the same time. The different interest. :)