It's rainy this morning and for some reason I've been up since 5:45am. I woke and up and couldn't go back to bed. So I've been up reading the internet, drinking coffee and puttering around my apartment.

Mladost in the the rainy early morning seems especially Eastern European--or at least what I imagine when I think of stereotypical Eastern Europe.
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The buildings are grey, the light is grey, the clouds are grey, the pavement is a rain-soaked grey, the unpaved pieces are dirt brown and the roads are asphalt black. The puddles reflect all of this back.
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I'm going to dig out a full-sized umbrella and my boots and call it a day.