Light & Lightness

The sun mischievously breaks into the room through the half-drawn curtains; the plush toys on the shelf exchange conspiratorial glances with the pictures on the wall… something has changed.

The usual viscous, engulfing, oppressive silence has suddenly acquired the sparkling notes of sunbeams—taut, like a guitar string, ready to burst at any moment into thousands of tiny, laughing, rainbow-colored soap bubbles.

In a rush of excitement, I leap out of bed and fling the curtains wide.

The sun floods the room like an ocean, filling it with the unending chatter of morning mood. Enough of the stuffy gloom! Let the light spill across the walls, painting the furniture in golden hues, let the gleams shimmer, let a new, strong, sparkling feeling float in the air… I surrender to it completely, breathing in the chill of winter air so deeply that freshness fills me to the very tips of my hair. I reach for the light, for its unimaginable magic.

Oh, how good it feels to breathe! What a long-forgotten sensation… of lightness and renewal.

This feeling takes me over entirely, overflowing its bounds. I’m intrigued, exhilarated, brimming with new energy!

Let music ripple with my blood through my veins, let the snow reflect in my eyes like mischievous little imps, let the days gallop past with the wild laughter of horses—I will manage to ride them!

You say I’m being far too childish… but I’m simply rejoicing in the fact that I’ve finally shaken off the last lingering taste of something dark inside me and… I am boundlessly, boundlessly happy!

written 19.01.2014 http://snowsnow.mypage.ru/v-bloknote/svet_i_novizna.html

*translated to Eng 10.08.2025