There is such weather that I love to the smallest drop, to the breath of the wind, to the color of the sky… 🌧️🌤️
When it is not too cold, not too hot, when everything around seems to freeze, allowing you to hear yourself.

I love those days when the sky is covered with gray clouds, but not with heaviness, but with tenderness - as if the clouds are quietly wrapping the world with a soft blanket. And somewhere far away you can hear the rain dripping…
Such peace that makes you want to sit by the window with a cup of tea, wrapped in a blanket, and listen to the drops touching the roof… ☕🍂
And something very warm unfolds in my soul. Like memories that don't hurt. Like anticipation that doesn't worry. Just a moment where there is only you, the sky and dreams.

My other favorite weather is when the evening sun, already a little tired, caresses the earth with its last rays… 🌅
When you walk slowly through the city or along a path in the forest, and the wind gently plays with your hair, as if whispering something gentle. And you don’t need to rush anywhere. You just want to walk, smile at the sky and be — sincerely, easily, openly.

These moments are about the state of mind. About romance that lives not only in books, but in simple things. In the smell of air before rain. In the light of lanterns that tremble in puddles. In the calm wind that touches the heart… 💭✨