My lovely May and the spring itself is coming to an end. Because of the pandemic, this spring was long but passed so quietly. I have a feeling that I missed so much!
My eye is the best lens in the world, and my heart is the most perfect memory card. I save my sweet moments as 6D treasures that have their sound, texture, and smell. And a chain of contexts, always.
But time is inexorably moving on. More or less, my memories will fade, and these live colors captured by means of digital stuff will be as bright as today. Once, they will become my memories.
In fact, it's no matter how great was one or another event. It only matters what it was to me, and how do I feel about it. My inner world is not objective. Time will reveal only those that made me happy.
The wind will fade, the waves will calm down, and on a smooth and quiet surface I will see only the light of the eyes and a smile.
Accept everything that is given to you, so that later you leave only the best.