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Sunday meditation...

In the morning... ☀️

...Or rather, while I'm quickly visiting the hotel, my fitness tracker genuinely believes I'm working out...🙃

A conversation the evening before:

"I want some chips and to cry…"

"Just make sure you buy the chips – you’re going to cry anyway, so at least do it with some chips…"🥲😂

"😠😐🤣"

Then it was evening, and then, thanks to Instagram (where I’m such a rare visitor these days), one song from 15 years ago with a meaning and a great video! Why hadn’t I seen it before?!!🤷‍♀️

Anyway, the idea to film a bit of my evening came so spontaneously, but I love that feeling! When you don’t overthink things, but just go with the flow...☀️

Yes, you’ll have to endure my "pop" song 🙃, I think this is the first song in Russian here, but, as always, the meaning is deeper than it seems...

And, not everyone will understand certain things...

And... Starring: my shirt, tea, the chocolate, the book, my ginger cat and a little bit of me...

That was me and "Kinder Every Month" on 31 July...🙃

Sleepy me... (I got up two hours ago)...

Home breakfast...

Coffee...

The boys are still sleeping...

Through time... Or...

To be honest, what caught my eye about these young guys (on the second photo) was the way they were standing, their poses... Just look at them... 🙃

You know… I will always believe in people, right to the very end.

I sincerely believe that people often don’t want to cause pain on purpose. That they often act out of fear or helplessness.

I sincerely believe that any relationship should and can end just as gracefully as it began, or transform into something different without resentment or hate.

Sometimes, it feels as though I’m handing my heart over on a plate (figuratively speaking, of course), and where someone else wouldn’t give a single chance, I give ten.

And believe me, I honestly don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing... When I find myself crying again on my evening walk, it feels as though everything is utterly pointless and meaningless… But…

...Sometimes, when my faith turns out not to be in vain, I want to cry too. But out of joy, out of the goosebumps running down my skin, out of the feeling that I wasn’t wrong…

There’s a really heavy thunderstorm outside right now, with thunder and lightning...

For some reason, I’ve always loved falling asleep to the sound of a thunderstorm...

You know… I’d like to tell you a few things about today (for me it's yesterday)…

...The July day had passed, evening had fallen, and I stepped outside, where the wonderful moon took centre stage against the dark sky and a light veil of clouds.

It was 21:50, with 10 minutes left before the shop closed. I was standing at the till when, between my own thoughts, I heard that the man in front of me had run out of battery on his phone and couldn’t pay for his purchases... I heard his irritated sigh, his question about closing time and whether there was a charger at the till...

A quick glance at him – he was clearly a workman doing renovations in the office building next door. A quick glance at his shopping – for some reason, I remember a can of beer and a chocolate bar – and my hand was already reaching into my bag when a voice, which turned out to be mine, asked, "What kind of charger do you have?" , and then I hand him my portable charger, which, luckily, I’d finally got round to charging earlier and hadn’t forgotten to put in my bag...

His phone switched on at 21:56, his purchase was paid for, and mine too (but now you understand why, like an old lady, I carry my cards everywhere and don’t like paying by phone, don’t you?), he was grateful, and I just felt good knowing that someone would end their day on a tasty note...

I didn’t go straight home, I needed to go for a walk...

The main heroine was on the stage (in the sky) and it was enough for me just to admire her...

"And why are people so afraid to admit their mistakes? After all, that’s not all we are made of..."

And...

Do you know how much I loved (respected) him at that moment, both in the film and in the book...?

And do you know how much I hated him just a few minutes (or pages) later...?

I often think that if one man did the same thing to his beloved Bonnie (just imagine), he’d catch that man, dead or alive...

I love summer rain. Especially at the end of a hot day. Especially at night.

The way the asphalt smells when it’s just starting to get wet.

The way spots from streetlights and traffic lights appear on it, as if someone had spilled some paint.

The way the raindrops hit the leaves.

The way the cold raindrops touch my hot skin. It feels a bit like a burn.

The way the windows of houses glow with a warm light. I like to think that people are cozy while I make my way to the nearest shop.

"Сжавшись в комок душой,

Быть между криком и тишиной..."

Almost poetry (so silly, just two lines in rhyme).