grey turns green

Everything about this town has changed. the weather has gone from foul tempered hermit to costa rica showgirl in record time.
girls wear sun frocks. the streets are full and some kind of familiar cultural life seems to emerged.
As the creator of the zero-selling sensation "the wacky doo" i pretty had Kyiv pegged as the blue one. the facial expression that said "oh yeah, okay"
but it seems the city crest is changing.
the dour old dame has become a spritely young spunk and I hear tweety tweety birds again instead of crows.
what the guide book said would happen, has become a truism.
to the sun! to the flowers! to that semi-risky swim in the dniepr!