Spacewalkers

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One of the best things that can be in the world is to wake up in the morning in a warm bed before the alarm clock and look out the window. Where, behind the transparent “screen” separating me from the outside world, huge clouds furrowed the sky, covering the bright sun, which hardly managed to break through this blackness, sparkling with rays somewhere far on the horizon.

Drops drummed on the window, causing it to shudder from the blows, from which the sound of a shaking old wooden frame with peeling paint dispersed throughout the empty apartment.

So I woke up.

The broken screen of the smartphone showed fifteen minutes past seven. I could have slept for another hour, but for some reason I didn’t even get upset about it. Vice versa.

Such an impressive picture of the ongoing violence of the elements outside the walls of my small apartment made me watch with rapture everything that happens.

Rare pedestrians, hiding behind umbrellas, try to cope with the gusty wind. Heroes flying past cov