I love winter because it feels like a moment of magic. It’s a time when all wishes seem possible. When you close your eyes, make a wish, and watch the snowflakes fall, it’s like the world holds its breath, waiting for miracles.

Winter is not just a season; it’s a special fragment of time — a pause where you become a dreamer again. You believe in wonders and endless possibilities. The cold air sharpens your senses and calms your mind.

Every snowflake is unique, just like every hope in our heart...

Today I realized again that the heart can beat in different ways. Sometimes - evenly and calmly, when everything is good. Sometimes - quickly and confusedly, when you see the eyes of your loved one. But there is a third rhythm - the one I hear on ambulance calls, when someone is fighting for life.

At such moments, everything unnecessary disappears. There is no fatigue, no time for doubts. There is only a person who needs help, and you - the one who can give it. Every second is worth its weight ...

Sometimes, I truly feel like a child again. There’s something deeply comforting and magical about swinging on a swing — the way the wind touches my face, the rhythm of the motion, and the brief feeling that I’m flying. In those moments, it’s as if time pauses. I forget about bills, responsibilities, deadlines... and I simply am. Carefree, light, happy.
The same happens when someone gives me a small, cute gift — something soft, sweet, or silly. It might be tiny, but it brings an enormous smile to...

It stands on the table, all airy, refined... and lonely.
Like me, only without a nervous system and the desire to eat something sweet at night.
Sometimes I look at it and think: how is that possible? Such a shape, such a texture, such potential - and not a single flower! Not even a rose - at least someone could have brought a dandelion from the nearest park, really.
An empty vase is like an invitation.
Like "Hi, I'm ready for new feelings, fresh tulips and emotional swings."
And it stands. Gathe...