Сказки большого города

Sometimes the city seems to breathe out with you - in the smoke, in the half-asleep windows, in the reflection of the morning, where everything seems familiar, but is no longer yours. The air is heavy with past conversations and unspoken words, and even your heart moves cautiously - so as not to wake up old pain. Everything that used to cling to you now lets go: the streets become softer, thoughts quieter, and the past transparent, like steam above the rooftops.

And in this silence, lightness is born. The very lightness that was missing when it seemed that without suffering there was no meaning. The soul does not fall - it simply rises higher, where there are no grievances, no evidence, no promises. Only peace and a little light. So smooth that you can finally just be in it.