Anna M. Ostrovskaya. The dreamer (№ 261859)

The past is gone, future is not yet. And only today has any meaning. And this meaning is quite impossible to describe in words. It needs to feel, to perceive. That such moments are born out of sense. The lights on the Christmas tree, a cake with raspberries and warm tea cold in the middle of the Park, hands of the man she loved, a look of loving eyes. All this - a drop of happiness in a sea of life. And the sea is different for each, his own. One salty and the other is almost fresh. Someone Black, someone Red. But to fill it drop by drop with joy - only to ourselves.