Tuesday, August 2, 2011

A warm feeling

The small table was near my mothers bed, as long as I remembered, as was the vase which is on it.

The chair I found two month ago, near the garbage, someone changed his furniture.

The kitchen door is open.

Behind my teapot I use seldom, as usually I take a cafe, and the warmer, one can see the table plastic with tulips on the wall, I did buy that in Bucarest just a few years ago and cherish it too.

The sun is coming in the room and warms the small table, old and new memories mix together and give me a warm feeling.

The photo was taken two days ago, when I felt like crying like a baby, but today, I feel serenity with the world around me, and inside me too, even as the window is covered with rain drops.

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