Alina Mayboroda
Sometimes during the passing events of the day, pauses happen. My eyes become fixed upon a spot of sunlight on the wall, or perhaps the wind flowing through the folds of my summer dress, or the little feet of the baby sleeping nearby, and time suddenly stops, the air becomes thick and the colors brighter, as I listen to my own breathing. I suddenly feel life and all of its beauty with the whole of my being and the feeling of endless joy paints a smile on my face.
Sometimes during the passing events of the day, pauses happen. My eyes become fixed upon a spot of sunlight on the wall, or perhaps the wind flowing through the folds of my summer dress, or the little feet of the baby sleeping nearby, and time suddenly stops, the air becomes thick and the colors brighter, as I listen to my own breathing. I suddenly feel life and all of its beauty with the whole of my being and the feeling of endless joy paints a smile on my face.