In the morning, I went to the park. Usually, at 7 am, there are quite a few people there, some running, some practicing traditional Chinese Wushu, Tai Chi, and yoga. Today, it's empty. It's so unusual. I only found an old Indian man, as always, meditating in the lotus position.
I should go out into the city, but on the first day of the Chinese New Year, you can't wake anyone up (or wash, wash your hair, argue, or something else) so as not to anger the spirits. So I'm sitting alone in the kitchen, eating candy, waiting for someone to wake up and keep me company in the city.
Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов.
Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.