Spring is a rare time when you can let go. Everything that was pressing, worrying, fettering. It gives you a chance to be reborn. And to be honest, I feel it with every inch of my skin. It's like I've become lighter. Softer. The real "me" comes to the surface - not hiding.

And if I could freeze this moment, like a picture, I would save it. Like a postcard of quiet happiness. Where everything is simple. Where I am. Where you are, perhaps, nearby. Or reading this now and smiling.

And if you could stop one day, one minute — what would it be? Where would you be? And with whom? 🌞