I Wish I Could Write Something Like "choose Your Reality" But The Reality Is That It's Wet And Slippery

The last warm evening 🧡 See you in April...🥺

GM❤️

Like it... 💛

Hopefully this is the last time the snow decides to grace us unexpectedly and at night 🥲

Although, knowing our March... Well, I hope these are the last snowy photos of the season 🥲

My inspiration 🩷 Part 15...

And a little story... While waiting for my son from training in the shopping mall near the cinema, I sat alone on a big couch and worked on my phone. There were free tables near the café, but for some reason one couple decided to sit with me ☺️

I carefully pretended not to listen, but still heard everything... It was their first date, they decided to go to the cinema (classic)... They talked about how they got to the centre, what part of the town they lived in... They talked about who was looking for a relationship and how long... They didn't look like students, and they both talked about their jobs.

It was as awkward as possible, but I tried to write my texts... 🥲

Then they went to the cinema, the young woman in the red sweater and the man in the black shirt. I think he put his arm around her waist... It's like a film whose ending I'll never know...🩷

So true☺️🙈

One working morning... 💙❄️

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 ☀️