Evening βοΈπ
My inspiration π€ Part 8 β¨
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...π₯²
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 humourβΊοΈ).
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 π€£ but the colour of the sky beckoned and I'm glad I went... I think I caught what I wanted to catch βοΈ
One of my favourite jokes π
Girl: "I'm fine, no problems, I'm fine!" Also her: walking halfway across town to her house with headphones in her ears. π
"There's a grain of truth in every joke," they say. βοΈ
There's something special about fading flowers... Something fragile... π
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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