Elinushka. May morning broke in... (№ 453740)

The May morning burst through the window with a light pouring rain interspersed with freckled sun and the aroma of coffee. Morning beads of laughter scattered around the room. It's already the end of May again, so I want to stop the spring, admire these languid sunsets, breathe deeply in the smell of lilacs and jasmine. Its magic is in everything... in the threads of sunlight, in smoky water, in the intoxicating smell of herbs. And such languor, as if falling in love with the month of May every year, again and again.