When you are walking - small - along a slushy road and, it seems, your possibilities are at their limit, words appear and hover like swallows, like passwords for the big world, and you promise yourself - I will grow up, I will write, and everything will not be in vain. Everything has its time. The collection contains different poems, different years, different me, and, as it should be, there is a place for creative fiction. Sensitive Reader, don’t take it to heart, the author is doing well. Today is the time to release poetry into the wild. Fly!