One rainy morning A ususal rainy April morning on my way to the office. It takes me half an hour to get there. Always in a hurry, trying to manage everything in time. Not to miss anything. Not to be late. But here it is, all of a sudden - a 5-minute-stop. A closed railway-crossing on my way. All the cars stop, waiting impatiently for the train to pass. Somebody smokes nervously. Somebody pulls his car around, not willing to wait. I'm sitting in my car looking out of the window, listening to Sade's "Smooth Operator" and enjoying this short moment of calmness. It's raining heavily and I can see the rain drops on the window glass, and there is the river on my left. I have just noticed it is free from ice already. Everything stops for a moment - just rain, river and music - time stops.... But here the railway crossing gate is open, the cars begin to move fastly. I am on my way to the office. Not to be late. Time flies again.