We touch each other with feelings, eyes, voices, characters and dreams.
We remain an imprint in the inner space of those who have been touched. We do not pass unnoticed, do not disappear without a trace in the whirlpool of life, if once, even for a short moment, we really met.
Sometimes the memories of us remain palpable, like a touch on the skin, loud like a voice in an empty room, thrilling like a scent brought in by the wind through an open window.
After all, it depends only on us what memories of ourselves we will send further into the world. For how many people can we still become rain in a dry year, a lighthouse, a coast, a hospitable home. Or a rainbow in the sky, still black from clouds, from which suddenly the soul becomes a little brighter.

You just need to remember, when we take a step, we always leave traces ...