Russian Winter🥶

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...🩷

For work... I visit everything (related to art) with pleasure and interest, because then I have to write about it. One exhibition replaces another...

Today I was most attracted by an art object with old letters... Someone's correspondence. I wondered if it would be interesting to look into it... What if there were someone's secrets or something that would hurt... To be the keeper of someone else's secret or to share someone else's pain... No...

I guess there's a reason they say you can't read other people's letters.

One pretty morning in a lovely company 💗🫂

Good morning... ☀️

When thoughts cross like lines in the sky .... 🩵

My inspiration for the Chapter 14 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷

Whenever I give yellow flowers, whenever I get yellow flowers, whenever I see yellow flowers in someone's hand... Every time I have this scene in my head 💛

It's such a strong association...

Strong coffee is my salvation.

I meet my neighbour at the door, she notices my eyes and immediately asks, "What's wrong?"

"My son is sick again, high fever..."

"Where are you going...?"

"..."

A light touch on my shoulder, "Do you want to sit in the café next door?"

I smile, I say no, I've only got 15 minutes.

I wait for my coffee, watching... Maybe someone's watching me. The line on the cup speaks for itself...🤍

Little things that warmed my heart on this snowy morning ❄️

My inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶

And once again my favourite phrase, "the tastiest food is the one I didn't make" 😅☺️