A sufficiently high Cetirizin-level made me somewhat airy, and so I approached the enemy armed to the teeth with my 28/1.8 lens. And even the enemy has it’s beautiful sides, inviting golden colors, soft texture and so on. BUT it will remain the enemy as hazel and friends start to torture me sometimes as early as January, and force me to gulp down Cetirizin, making me loose sense of taste and smell, making me depressive or agressive or both.