I'm lookind by the window...
Yeah, it's a perfect weather. Many clouds at the sky, sun is far away and it's cold. It couldn't be better
In this type of weather is something beautiful. Rain? People wearing warm clothes? Not many ivrognes (from french - drunkards, po polsku - pijacy //brak żuli w słowniku//) outside?
No.
Puddles.
Those little puddles are relicts of rain, which was only a few minutes ago.
Hmm...
The reflection of my shoes looks just like real clones of them. Maybe there is a new land on the other side? What would happen if I jump into it?

...

Shit! (not good)

When I'm standing in the puddle, my jeans are wet, and one thought is walking throught my mind: "Why I'm not falling down?"
I don't know the answer. Maybe the land on the other side of the puddle doesn't want me there?
What if I try to go to the other side of the mirror...?

To be continued... (ciąg dalszy nadejdzie)