I do exercises in the morning without laziness, with pleasure.
I like to hear how the elastic muscles of the body are preparing to serve me again.
I take a shower, dip into the rainbow foam of magical bubbles and look at my reflection in the mirror.
I like myself. Inside and outside. The day will go well.
I turn on the music quietly so as not to wake my daughter.
She will soon be 18 years old, she needs a lot of strength to give and receive joy.
I, like any woman, face the eternal choice of a shelf of clothes. And I choose blue, lilac, white, red, gold colors, depending on the shade of my mood.
I style my hair, apply makeup to my face, and hit the road.
I like walking. It is such a natural freedom when you walk simply and easily.
Here is the bus stop. It's so interesting to watch moving cars.
I mentally wish the city: “Good morning,” and smile with my soul.
I'm happy to be. I'm going to meet a new day.
And I really want only good people to meet on my way.
I'm on the bus and I see the sky.
Blue sky over my city, located at the crossroads of worlds.
I look at familiar houses and see them kind and hospitable. My city is the city of my childhood, the city of purity and beginning.
I like looking at flowers. Roses, petunias, violets, chrysanthemums, gladioli. Real fantasy of the world of flowers.
As a child, I loved to pick flowers, weave wreaths, I want this even now. I want to go to the sea, stop at the green blanket of the field and touch the rainbow inflorescences with my hands and soul.
Traffic light. We are standing. My gaze rises to the penultimate floor of the house opposite. There, right in the middle of the open window, someone is drying a shirt. Beautiful, white. I imagine how someone's hands carefully washed it and let the sun dry the soft material.
Someone will put on this purity and there will be more one more pure person.
Imagine how wonderful it is.
People are moving along the sidewalks of the city. Various. I am pleased to know that they also live in my city.
I remember childhood friends, their once open souls and eyes. I smile at them, and I know that from my smile they will become better, I wish them this. We will come together again and remember and laugh. Openly, without malice, for real. Above ourselves and the string of years that was waiting for our laughter.
I can go to the park and dream again.
Just like once, in the recent past, when I was 14-15 years old and I ran away to the sounds of the trees to listen to the voice of eternal love and beauty and dream of love.
I look and see how, as if at the behest of kind and smart wizards and sorceresses, it becomes cleaner and brighter on the streets of the city and on the faces of passers-by. How clearly and sonorously human hearts beat in unison with mine.
And I want to give and receive happiness.
After all, we were born for this.
I'm enjoying. I enjoy every minute of life, every breath of wind, every flower, every movement of my soul.
I am clean, free and easy.
I'm waiting for us to walk around my city together.
We will go together under the clear sky of my pure and bright city.
And it will be called the most beautiful words on the planet: "True mutual love."
It can't be otherwise, because I want to.
Because I was born for HAPPINESS.
For happiness to live and be loved and loving woman.