Tonight was cold and somewhat lonely, until the melody of On The Sunny Roads by Clelia Felix slipped into my headphones. And suddenly, everything around me shifted in color. Outside,
Autumn is already approaching—not abruptly, not with rains, but like a quiet shadow following close behind. Summer still lingers, clinging to the warm rays that stubbornly spill across the keyboard
Sometimes, I sit in my gray office, trying to catch the sunbeams that slip through the window, and realize they barely touch anything inside me. The warmth brushes my skin,