greener

It's amazing how morning light can be so gentle it's almost brazen. It seeps through the curtains, flutters your eyelashes, paints golden spots on your skin, and seems to whisper: live while you can, don't think about silly things. Everything simple suddenly becomes eternal - laughter that cannot be repeated twice in the same way, the familiar movement of the shoulder when someone is nearby, and a calmness that is even frightening to disturb.

And then - the garden. The one that grows not in the beds, but in the heart. The earth is warm, the rain comes on time, and every word is like a seed that can sprout if you don't touch it with doubts. Everything is fragile, everything is real, and that makes it especially beautiful. Sometimes love is just watering. Even if you're not sure it will grow.