Sometimes, to be happy, you need very little. Just to leave the house. Just to feel the familiar pavement tiles under your feet. Just to breathe in the cool air, in which the aroma of blossoming trees and the light haze of the approaching evening are mixed. I am a woman who loves evening walks. There is a special magic in them. When the day recedes, and the city freezes on the edge between noise and silence, you get the feeling that the whole world is only yours. You walk and watch how the lights of the windows come on, how someone is hurrying home, and someone, on the contrary, is just leaving - maybe to meet their love. Unfortunately, martial law is currently in my country, and it is not safe to walk around the dark city. But this does not stop me from enjoying the time that I have. I find moments - maybe not late in the evening, but closer to sunset - when I can just walk the streets, listen to the rustle of leaves, smile at passers-by. In the photo, I am enjoying a simple walk. It may not be a trip to Paris, not a noisy concert or an exquisite dinner, but it is in such moments that I am the real me. Without masks. Without filters. Just me, the city and my inner sense of peace. I really want to share this with someone. With someone who also knows how to appreciate simple things.