When everything around comes to life - trees, the sky, even people's faces on the streets - it becomes especially clear: spiritual warmth is needed no less than the spring sun. You want to have someone nearby with whom you can not talk, but just sit silently and cut Easter cake, and still understand each other. Do you have such a memory that immediately warms your soul? When was everything simple, delicious and real? ☺️

Sometimes on days like these you want to wrap yourself in a blanket, take a painted egg, which for some reason turned out with streaks, cut off a fragrant piece of Easter cake, brew some aromatic tea, and remember how important it is to be warm and cozy. Not necessarily in a crowd, not necessarily in a couple - just human trifles. Quietly, but truly. Easter is about this. About the feeling that everything will be fine, especially if it has become a little brighter inside. ☺️