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Morning coffee in the park βοΈπ
I happen to live next door to my college literature teacher. Very old lady with a hat and always jewellery πβΊοΈ
A couple of times a month we faced in the street, say a few words, compliment each other and go our separate ways βΊοΈ
Today I only managed to say hello to her in the fast flow of people on the street (the city centre on a Monday morning is my personal hell π₯²), but I think she would be proud of me knowing that I was going to the library with "Onegin" in my bag to get a new book βοΈ
Good morning βΊοΈ
Long morning ... βοΈ
Love weekend for this... π
I love these relaxed days after...β¨
A quiet morning, taking my time to sort through the messages, getting in the mood for today's writing... As cozy and soft a shirt as possible...π»
Perfect...βοΈ
Hopefully this is the last time the snow decides to grace us unexpectedly and at night π₯²
Although, knowing our March... Well, I hope these are the last snowy photos of the season π₯²
Just coffee to go... Just words... Just warmed my heart βοΈπ
It's just morning π
We ran to the kindergarten in the rain, driven as always by my phrases in three languages, haha. "ΠΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π΅, ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ!" "Π’ΠΈΠ·ΡΣΠΊ, ΠΌΠ°Π»Π°ΠΉΠ»Π°Ρ!" "Be quick, boys!" I think these are three phrases my kids will remember for the rest of their lives π₯²
And then... Then a little bit of magic βοΈ
Where there was a grey sky and not a hint of sunshine, there were suddenly timid rays...
And I saved the flowers too βΊοΈ
It's a good morning today βοΈ
Sometimes I can be like this...
A night of bad dreams, the sound of raindrops on the window, the desire to put on an oversized grey hoodie and become invisible, but I overpower myself.
The rain doesn't stop, we're late, I put on my, as they say, "slavic face". My lips are pursed and with one look I can turn someone to ash. Just stay away from me today.
I pull out my playlist of the stupidest, most depressing songs.
Sometimes I can be like this and it's hard to be a sun addict.
I go for a coffee.
And yes, drivers who speed through the big puddles in this weather, there's a separate hellhole for you!
Sometimes I can be like this...
I give with warmth... And I receive inspiration in return... Love my friends πΈ βΊοΈ
I've lost so many things this winter: two pairs of gloves, my favourite beanie, my bank card and even my eldest son's sports helmet (don't ask me how).
But here's the thing: almost everything was found and returned to me - except one glove. The card was quickly re-issued. Almost always, people carefully put aside a lost thing and it eventually came back to me through friends or relatives.π
This feeling of loss, when I was constantly scolding myself and my absent-mindedness and asking all my friends, "What's happening to me? I never lose anything and here I am..." π₯²
I think it's a kind of lesson I'm learning every day. Not to get attached to things or people, whatever...
It's a lot of words again, but I'm glad I have them.π
P.S. A photo of how and where I sometimes work and write my texts. Sometimes sitting on the floor, charging my phone, waiting for the doctor's visit for my son, with a cup of coffee in my hand π
Today was a strange and unusual morning, I was in a hurry to get a son ready for kindergarten after persuading him to go without his brother for a few hours and promising him all the presents in the world in return.
The usual morning routine has been disrupted, hundreds of messages from chat rooms since morning (it is Monday after all). My thoughts are all over the place, I'm thinking about work, not forgetting my coffee cup for it's photoshoot (haha).
Of course, in such a situation, I had to forget something and... it was the headphones.
And it was such a good thing. I forgot how much I love listening to the city! The passing cars on the small streets, the sounds of people walking, the scraps of their conversations.
The birds in the park, it seems like spring is really coming early this year. The crackling of ice on the puddles beneath my feet (I didn't miss a single puddle, sorry kids π₯²).
Sometimes it's so helpful to listen to the city and to yourself...
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.
It was a lovely morning and meeting ππ
Just the way I like it... I think sometimes our laughter was the loudest in the cafe π₯²π
Strong coffee is my salvation.
I meet my neighbour at the door, she notices my eyes and immediately asks, "What's wrong?"
"My son is sick again, high fever..."
"Where are you going...?"
"..."
A light touch on my shoulder, "Do you want to sit in the cafΓ© next door?"
I smile, I say no, I've only got 15 minutes.
I wait for my coffee, watching... Maybe someone's watching me. The line on the cup speaks for itself...π€
Little things that warmed my heart on this snowy morning βοΈ
When they opened this super trendy coffee shop around the corner from my house last spring, I thought, "Who will come here? It's quiet enough... "
Now I understand why they opened it here. It's not my favourite place, but it's where I can get away and work for at least an hour.
Every time I'm surprised to see my plans crumble like a house of cards because of the children's problems and illnesses, although I've been a mother for years. But it's hard to get used to it, just to adapt.
Well, I got a coffee today, so that's good too π€
All morning I've been wandering my thoughts through the text of my latest chapter... To finish it, I think I poured three cups of hot tea to keep myself awake... Somewhere in the beginning of the editing I ran out of chocolate and realized I had to rely on myself π
I haven't yet read through the whole thing completely, as a reader, without being distracted by mistakes. I worried about whether I had succeeded in describing the depth of the dramatic moment the story had come to...
But when I read this morning, "OMG, I couldn't sit still reading... You've outdid yourself... My heart shattered into a thousand pieces..." I realize that it wasn't all in vain.
If you don't write for the sake of evoking such emotions and gently touching people's hearts, then I don't know what you do it for... It's pure pleasure π©·
Sunday morning βοΈ
The most important thing is to find coffee π€
Saturday βοΈ
The main thing is to go away for coffee and get some work doneπ
"Meeting in the morning?" I get the message.
***
"Right... We agreed to meet... Shit..." I think as I open my eyes.
***
"Meeting, yes, but I've only had three hours sleep and I'm going to be angry... π "
...
"βΊοΈ Don't worry, I'll get you coffee and dessert...π"
Just morning βοΈβοΈ
