Morning βοΈπ©·
A few random morning photos βοΈ
Have a nice day βΊοΈ
We drove out of the city towards the river. My friend was concentrating on driving, but I could feel her worried and warm gaze on me from time to time.
I cried in the passenger seat and just kept repeating to her, "Well, what an idiot I am... I mean, there's not a single reason not to think that I'm an idiot..."
Her voice was calm, soft, even maternal (I had no such support in my life, but I instinctively felt it). "You're not an idiot. Don't even think like that... You just have a very big and kind heart... You share your warmth, there's enough for everyone, Dear. You see... For your family, your friends, and even..." here she stopped talking for a second and added, "you have to keep sharing and..."
"I don't want to," I whispered to her, clearly aware of why.
"You are so... And your heart is so... You have to keep sharing... Things will get better..."
At that moment I was so grateful to her and to myself that I wasn't alone.
My inspiration for the Chapter 11 of my story "Trying to remember" π©·
Please bear with my photospam while the sun is out π soon it will be gone and I'll be back to posting once a day with a sarcastic caption π₯²
It seems that I haven't written a line for today (or yesterday). Sigh...The focus of my attention has drifted.
It seems that I was so eager to take a photo of something that I shoted the process of making cookies while my cat sat patiently watching me near her empty bowl.
It seems that everything smells of lavender - my kitchen, my shirt and my fingertips.
It seems like a pretty good idea... π
Almost at the snap of my fingers (no π ) or a bit about my productivity π₯²
The pumpkin has been waiting for me for almost a month, the onion for a few weeks and the vanilla... okay, it was quick π
Well, my vanilla pastries will be delicious by mid-spring, the onion - by tomorrow morning, and the soup is now π
I managed to catch some sun, it might not be there tomorrow βοΈ
I wish I could be as funny as this Mr Gingerbread, but I overslept and lost my glove this morning... What's next?π
My feet led me here, it's sunny today... They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, I wonder how long it takes to break it?
Words are scarce, and the ones I have I will try not to waste, but to use in my texts.
When you see only black branches for six months, it is true magic... simple and real. It's here and it is... πβοΈ
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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