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
A challenging Monday morning with lots of personal news and not all of it good. Coffee helps to pull you together and give a support π©·
One pretty morning in a lovely company ππ«
My inspiration for the Chapter 14 of the story "Trying to remember" π©·
When you see only black branches for six months, it is true magic... simple and real. It's here and it is... πβοΈ
Evening βοΈβοΈβοΈ
Forget to add, today's Old New Year's Eve π
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
427 posts