rEVOLution

Praha is much different this time of year. There is an encompassing moodiness about it, like a temperamental child. Yet, there is something so beautiful about the snow-laden streets, frigid air and grey skies. It begs of hot coffee to be had, poetry to be written, thoughts to be contemplated. 

New Year's Eve,  though almost one month past, was something that brought hope and enlightenment. Everywhere, from the first moment of darkness, fireworks exploded without care...lawless, free. We were on a park bench near the bridge we met and looking across the water, we saw the moon situated so perfectly in between the buildings, so bright and round, asserting its purpose. Then we decided to go home to watch the fireworks from our own balcony, enjoying a bottle of champagne, way too early in the night. But it was such a good idea. It seemed that the world was playing a show just for us. It was intimate and exciting.

Everything else is still in the air. It's a bit nerve-wrecking as February nears but Honza and I will make it work. We just have to. We are each other's rocks...though we drive each other crazy sometimes. But I don't care, I love it.