Rain, memories, and emotions

I love the rain. It is wonderfully soothing and immerses you in nirvana, where you have an exceptional opportunity to quietly and slowly flip through page after page of first one thought, then another, then a third, and so on. To put things in order, as if on a bookshelf.

But spring rain is something else. The gray, wet and still cold weather plunges you into depression, but it's already depressing, and it's too lazy to lift your arms.

Quite interesting the last few days... And yesterday I opened an album, or rather, I found a stack of photos that are ±20 years old. Today, I can no longer remember those days so clearly to understand the emotions experienced in the photos. Only general images, backgrounds, events, people... For this I am grateful to #Instagram! After all, it is the same electronic diary to which, coming back after ±20 years, you can understand the emotion by re-reading the post.

There are different people on the photo, with whom the truly unforgettable moments of my first life are connected. The human brain is organized in such a way that bad things are forgotten soon enough, but positive and pleasant moments acquire some special "taste from childhood". A smile involuntarily appears.

Once again, I can't draw a logical final line under the post...only leave it at the last words to wish you good dreams and a great mood for the coming morning!

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