Polymer clay necklace - Reminiscent of past bloom....

Spring time! Just like a pink blizzard, the wind of spring twirls and spins over the ancient town on the shore of the Black Sea, covering the garden outside the school window with a layer of floral petals — it’s so joyful to play a run-n-catch game with boys out there. The class drags on slowly, and the lonesome wind only roves in the empty garden, raising tiny white whirlwinds here and there around trees. In boredom, it awaits the end-of-class bell to re-indulge in fun racing with a bunch of kids.



But the end-of-class bell seems almost as remote as the advent of summer; while the Mother Goose rhymes do not appeal to me at all, I instead dream of the sea. And positively, I want to be like the chubby bumblebee, which vigorously hides itself up to its tail in a cup of a flower... Surely, it’s no bumblebee at all! For the real, it’s a magician in disguise! Let me just contemplate what I would wish to transmute into… Hush, the main thing for it is to concentrate and not to wink, and then...



— You are gazing in the window again. Read now! The lesson will be over soon.
... Well here. I winked. The bumblebee got disappeared somewhere, but now I spotted a girl behind the window; a pink dress, shoes on elegant high heels.



The wind gently frolicked with her hair, while she laughed and waved with her hand. Ah, I only wish I had such beautiful shoes. No, just wait! I’d better wish for a necklace like hers with droplets of beads sparkling in the sunshine so charmingly! A girl with such necklace can beyond doubt dream of the wind taking her to a fairy land far-far away then!



The little girl in me grew up. Since long, she hasn’t been mumbling grammar rules, hasn't had fun with boys in a run-n-catch game. Neither has she awaited an end-of-class bell any more... But she still composes fairy tales. Yes, she does.



Also, she likes to wear fine shoes on high heels, and gorgeous necklaces. And her cherished dream came true. Once upon a time the dazzling wind of spring picked her up and— voila — she found herself there, in a fairy land far-far away. There also hover chubby lazy bumblebees there, and every spring white-cum-pink blizzard whirls and spins floral petals over a township on the shore of a sapphire sea — just as it used to be in the town of her childhood, which disappeared, as the evolvement of life had it, in the nebulous haze ...



Yet the evergreen flowers created artfully and with love, remain reminiscent of past bloom, that is, of being a youth...