In the evening, I went out onto the roof of our house 🏠 with a purchased sketch: a bottle of wine and a couple of candles. I was looking for something elusive - not a reason for sadness, but a desire to fill it with meaning. There was an enchanted sunset 🌅: a gradient from violet to amber, and on the horizon - rare birds returning home.

I sat down on a blanket next to the bottle, lit the candles and thought: 🕯️ "What if I don't need pajamas and a sofa, but I need the expanse of the sky?" So under the roof I ate a piece of cheese, heard the wind whispering to me about freedom.

I remembered that I love words that come from the heart, not the mind. It was that moment when a quiet light lit up inside: ✨ I felt... the taste of life. It was not about someone specific, but it seemed - under this sky you can be yourself.

Then I wrote it down in a notebook, as if I were drawing in small letters: 📖 "Freedom is when you can be yourself and not be afraid of silence."

Sometimes I think that happiness is sitting on the roof, looking at the stars and understanding that there is no need to talk loudly about a dream - it already sounds inside.

Sometimes you just need to rise higher to see that there is enough inside to breathe freedom.