You had your holidays, somewhere far, or not so far. You were able to relax, sleep, eat, walk, talk to your self, to the lost part of yourself, the one that speaks with you about philosophy of life, about emotions which are buried with everyday routine. Part of you that realizes the sky is blue, air can be breathable, grass beneath your feet exists..

Or you just had short weekend, but long enough to make you forget for at least one day about bills, rents, loud neighbors, pluming problems, city rush, car sirens, nervous people going around you like mad rabbits (realizing you are also one mad rabbit) climbing to fifth floor because elevator is broken, life costs going up...And You feel like you found lost you, someone you like, someone you haven't seen for some time..

And than...
Snoooozzz...
Life again..

Monday, jumping from bed because you are mad rabbit, or staying for five more minutes in warm shellter of holiday memories..
But you know that Groundhog day is beginning..That you are going to step again on that gray concrete of the street and become, like it or not, just person going to daytime job..

Illustrations -mine original work, pencil drawing
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