Warm thoughts, Shabby country, Loving family Evening. The sun shines on the other hemisphere. I'm heading home. I'm exhausted and in a hurry. It’s dark. Warm thoughts I think about my lovely wife. She is waiting me. My cheerful children is playing right now and asking is dad will be soon. Soon, very soon I will be there. The warm bath and hot tea I am dreaming of. Someone checked my italki notebook and I look forward to the time when I can see the answer. Shabby country But it’s so bad weather around. Drizzle. Sticky cold water around me, on my hat, on my coat. Gusts of wind penetrate my coat. The nearest Metro station is broken, so I have to go long way to the next one. Lonely drunk man is holding on the tree. He is looking at his vomit under his feet. His friend is sleeping next to him and drops are flowing down his cheek. I turn away, so I don’t see it. I am in a hurry to go home. Elevator doors is creaking for ages, this sound means that the working day is over. Loving family I am closing the door and switching on the light. The children are hugging me at the door. I feel my favourite dishes in the table and my wife is looking at me with joy. She gives me a shy kiss. My familiar books are waiting for me. Home, sweet home. So, it will happen again tomorrow. I will be appreciated for checking my writing. It’s a complicated task for me, I am not sure about tenses and grammar.