The first sunrise that I remember shivering — was in the mountains. ⛰️ We got up at night, shivering from cold and fatigue, drank water from a thermos, and waited. When the sky began to color, I realized: it’s not just beautiful — it’s cleansing. I sat silently, watched the world change, and felt that I was changing too. 💫

The most beautiful sunset was near the lake. 🌊 It was quiet there, even the birds seemed to have fallen silent. The colors were not bright — soft, like watercolors. I was thinking about loss then. About how to let go and not look back. And the sun was setting — as if it was saying goodbye. 🕊️

On the roof of a five-story building where my friend lived, I greeted the morning one day. We laughed, ate pizza with our hands, talked about love. ❤️ Then she went to bed, and I stayed. The sun was rising over the gray houses, and I felt that life can be very simple — and that's its charm.

And there was another sunset — from the train window. 🚂 I was returning home, tired, full of doubts. The fields rolled towards me, the sky was ablaze, and suddenly — it became so calm. I wrote in my notebook: "nothing lasts forever — and there is comfort in this too." 📖

Since then, I have been collecting light. ☀️ Not photographs — feelings. The taste of that morning. The color of that sky. We are also a little like the sky: we change, we cry, we shine. 🌈