Darkness covered the apartment like a soft blanket. I went out onto the balcony - the air is already cool, slightly whispering: "take your time". 🌬 On the windowsill there is a cup of strong herbal tea - with lemon balm, sage and a pinch of cinnamon. Hot steam rises, and the night seems not empty, but filled with stories that are just beginning to whisper.

I sat down on a wooden chair, bare feet touching the cool tiled floor. My eyes slowly get used to the darkness. 🌌 And suddenly - someone's laughter. Light, sincere. Someone on the street laughed under the whisper of the intercom. At this moment you understand: we are not alone - neither in thoughts, nor in emotions. The night becomes a connecting link.

I think: how few such evening pauses are there. When you don’t want a screen, music, anything but the silence of the night. 🕯 And you imagine how one moment of laughter can turn a gray city into a temple of mood, where you are not a spectator, but a co-author.

I tap my fingers on the rim of the cup. I thought: dreams are like tea. They are brewed by hot emotions, but they do not tolerate fuss. When they cool down, they do not disappear, but become quiet. 🍂 They turn into understanding. How to return them to motion? Just be here. Every morning, like this evening, be attentive to yourself.

Thoughts come: what if I go out and ask who is laughing under the window? But I stay. And this is an unexpected lesson: sometimes you can just be an observer. To see how children who ran away from a walk laugh at the entrance. 💫 And thanks to this — to return to myself pieces of forgotten lightness.

These are the nights — without action, without code, without plans. Just you, tea, a balcony and the echo of laughter in the distance. 🪔 They are rare, but this is what makes them real.

As if I meet myself again. The thought pops into my head: "I can still be surprised." "Surprised" is the key word. The world gets used to you, you — to the world. But how important it is to leave room for these sincere meetings. 🌠 They do not change the reality around. But they change you.

In the morning I will go with this warmth to the bus or the office. I will mentally smile at that stranger at the intercom. And, perhaps, I will tell myself: "today will be easy." Because the most valuable days are not those where you rush, but those where you are not afraid to stop ... and hear your own heart. 💛