Life is good and irrational

When the sunbeam is gently kissing my skin...

And the light breath of wind stroking my hair...

And the aroma of blooming lilac makes the evening air thick and blissful.

I walked along the avenue yesterday and enjoyed it.
When gusts of wind plucked the chestnut blossoms from the trees, I wanted to close my eyes and feel the petals touch my face.

I walked and enjoyed the surroundings as if it were for the first time. The kids were walking after school. Watching them is one of my new favorites. )) They are fooling around, shouting, throwing things at each other and laughing. Some are serious and playing adults.

I enjoyed a new district I passed by, beautiful houses, lots of modern stuff, cool design, plants and all such. The film crew was recording a story about the opening of a bank branch.

I felt so good and it seemed that if I keep going I can get right into a good future. All will be well.

It's good to feel good time after time. Are there any objective reasons for this faith that all be well? Nope. It's all irrational. This combination of life and death is crazy and irrational.

My day becomes lighter when my hubby texts me in the morning. One word from him tells me so much. First, he is alive. Second, his eyes and hands are okay. Third, they have some kind of connection.

My night is less disturbing if he texts me in the evening to say "Good night, sweetheart, I love you".

I am monitoring news from the region where he is now through the day. Russian guided bombs hit there several times a day. These bombs are inaccurate, but they have 500 kilograms of explosives, the radius of the attack compensates for the inaccuracy. I don't know where they are exactly, and yet I know that I would not see it on the news if something bad happens to them.

Irrational life.

Surprising fact. In the last year, Ukrainians find joy in a glass in theater performances, books and other cultural events. We are witnessing a true cultural boom. I read that theaters' revenue for 2023 exceeded their 2021 revenue.

I don't remember if I went to the theater at least once in 2021, but I already went 4 times this year. Unfortunately, my husband was never able to go with me. So I had to give his ticket to a friend who agreed to keep me company. Then I just bought 1 ticket and I went alone. Luckily, the theater is not a bar, it's okay to go there on your own.

The demand for Ukrainian culture is very high. Previously, the pro-Russian authorities created more favorable conditions for products in the Russian language - books, films. Today, people are thirsty to their history and culture.

New bookshops appear here and there, they all are very cool, modern, every one try to find their unique hook or gimmick.

Dance shows, comedies, stand-ups. We laugh and sometimes cry, joke at ourselves, our mistakes and fears. It helps to go through everything that is happening every day (and also to collect funds for the needs of the army). When our hero boys and girls return from the front, we must be strong. And prepared. We are their harbor.

I captured these photos a month ago. Here, not far from Kyiv. What do you see? I know, Muscari, Viola (reichenbachiana), and what else?

I see new life, hope, joy and peace. Delicate beauty that is so easy to destroy.

These cute flowers' lives don't last long, but they live their short time to the fullest. They grow when bombs are exploding around and people are bleeding. Maybe this is the meaning of their being? Making survivors feel irrational. Beautifully irrational. ❤️

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I had a sleepless night today, but my reward was a magical sunrise. The trees and roofs of the houses were hidden in a thick fog, and a beam of sunlight was breaking through. A shaggy mist rose from the dark, sleepy valley like smoke, until the sun rose high above it.

Awakening of the new day.

Here, my story comes to the end, and it has no moral. I just wanted to share my rare beautiful moments with you.

Thanks for stopping by!

Cheers,

@zirochka