Last Sunday ☀️🧘

Morning time ☀️💛

This weather seems to have made me freeze today, just as I froze at the beginning of November. Then I didn't believe it could be cold outside already, and today I didn't believe it could be cold still...🥲

I think we all have scars in our souls (I don't like high-flown words, but there's no other way to put it) that have already healed, but they will ache every time the weather turns bad. In such a case I know what to do. As my doctor friend says, "If you have a headache, you take a pill without waiting for a migraine." And I usually do.

I know which films I will never watch, I know which tables in cafes I will politely avert my eyes from, I know which conversations I will listen to without noticing the words and then change the subject or make a joke (thank heavens for my sense of humour☺️).

But it happens... It happens that playfully, jokingly, a light breeze comes and affectionately touches what should not be touched... It seems to me that if you touch (even gently) a scar on the skin, it echoes on the level of impulses. There is something left where it once hurt a lot...

The unexpected afflicts you, trows you out of the track, whatever... And you realize that even a thousand sweaters won't help and warm you in the moment.

P.S. I was a few minutes late for the sunset, I knew I'd be late 🤣 but the colour of the sky beckoned and I'm glad I went... I think I caught what I wanted to catch ☀️

The best hot-dogs in the city👌☺️

Almost at the snap of my fingers (no 😅) or a bit about my productivity 🥲

The pumpkin has been waiting for me for almost a month, the onion for a few weeks and the vanilla... okay, it was quick 😅

Well, my vanilla pastries will be delicious by mid-spring, the onion - by tomorrow morning, and the soup is now 👌

Frosty winter morning ❄️❄️❄️

My inspiration... 💚 part 2

White shirt and warm summer like inspiration today ☀️

I woke up to the sound of drops hitting the window and my first thought was, "What? Is it raining? On Easter?"

As far back as I can remember, it's always sunny on Easter. Always. And it doesn't matter if it's the beginning of April or the beginning of May...

...Instead of having breakfast, I went outside and breathed in the damp, warm, delicious air after the rain... It's a special feeling to breathe it for the first time after the winter. It was so nice and cozy outside, the rain was dripping from time to time, barely...

"Still, there is no Easter without sunshine," I thought as I looked up at the sky in the evening, holding sunny yellow daffodils in my hands... ☀️💛

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Or when you can't think of a line...

I managed to catch some sun, it might not be there tomorrow ☀️