Tatar Girl Today... Adapting To The Situation 🖤

Denying winter, bringing spring closer ❄️🌸

All morning I've been wandering my thoughts through the text of my latest chapter... To finish it, I think I poured three cups of hot tea to keep myself awake... Somewhere in the beginning of the editing I ran out of chocolate and realized I had to rely on myself 😅

I haven't yet read through the whole thing completely, as a reader, without being distracted by mistakes. I worried about whether I had succeeded in describing the depth of the dramatic moment the story had come to...

But when I read this morning, "OMG, I couldn't sit still reading... You've outdid yourself... My heart shattered into a thousand pieces..." I realize that it wasn't all in vain.

If you don't write for the sake of evoking such emotions and gently touching people's hearts, then I don't know what you do it for... It's pure pleasure 🩷

Ruffled hair under my cap, a red nose from the cold and sarcasm are my companions this morning 😼

Almost without a voice... I don't think that's happened to me for years... It's an interesting feeling when all you have left is a whisper.

In a coffee shop, a barista I knew heard me whispering and said, "My goodness, how did you get such a cold?" I shrugged and smiled ☺️

I was advised milk with honey but no, no, no 🥲 Decided to replace it with a hot cappuccino with lavender syrup 💜

Morning 🍁🖤

How I missed the sun ☀️

In a series of grey days it is especially felt 🩷

Even the frost is not bothering, I even like it

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Morning ❄️🩷

Back to the rink... 🩷❄️

Today I went for an evening walk with one of my twins, as the other is still sick...

We walked through the nearest park, we were going to a cafe to eat burgers (I promised...), I had some soft music playing in one of my headphones, I was all in my thoughts, but tried to answer the child's questions in time...

"Mummy, mummy, look how beautiful it is..." I didn't immediately understand what he was pointing at, but then I raised my head and my eyes saw the moon in the clouds...

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" my son asked excitedly and I just nodded.

"Nature is the best artist," I like to say to myself.

P.S. Unfortunately I didn't have a chance to take my own photo.