I’ve been told more than once: “You could have photographed this.” 📸 But there are moments that you can’t stop — you can only live through. And if you try to capture them, everything disappears, as if the magic realized that it was being exposed.

One of those evenings, I was just standing on the roof. 🌇 No party, no friends around, just me, almost silence and a strange light — somewhere between gray, amber and soft pink. The sky looked like an artist had rubbed watercolor with his finger and it flowed towards the moon. 🌙🎨

I raised my phone to take a photo, but I couldn’t click. Because it didn’t look — it felt.

How to explain a feeling of slight melancholy mixed with coziness? 🤍 How to describe the feeling of freedom in your chest, as if you have suddenly forgiven yourself for all the mistakes of the year? 💫 How to describe that for the first time in a long time you are simply standing, and not saving the world or replaying dialogues in your head?

I often think: how many of these moments could I not have missed if I had not tried to make them “content”? 📱 Sometimes it seems to me that we have forgotten how to live in the present. But in it lies the quietest, but the most powerful thrill.

Sometimes the most beautiful moments are when you are in a sweater one size too big, 🧶 in socks that don’t match, 🧦 with a slight disorder in your thoughts and complete freedom inside. 🕊

I didn’t capture that sunset. 🌅 But I still feel it. 💞