I watched a movie today. I had seen it before, but didn't remember it until that iconic scene at the end came up. Funny point, until about a year ago I had this superpower: if I had seen a movie before, I could tell which one it was from the very first frames. Somehow that has faded. Maybe it's because...
When someone orders from me, their first experience isn't with the card or the letter itself — it's with the packaging. That first moment matters. It's the very first impression, and I've always felt that it carries weight. What you hold in your hands can be just a plain, forgettable box you set aside… or it can already feel like...
Finally it rains. I have been waiting for days for the rain to come, properly, with that true autumn feeling. It must have been ten days waiting already, though September has only just begun. My head was buzzing, my joy passes away together with the anticipation. But this morning the rain finally arrived. And I just stare out of...
Today we visited a truly special place I stumbled upon online just a few days ago. Sometimes social media feels like nothing but noise, but moments like this remind me why I still value it. Every now and then, it reveals hidden treasures.
It was about a year ago.
My daughter had just fallen asleep in our shared bedroom — the only furnished room in the house apart from the kitchen. The rest of the house stood empty, silent, like a canvas yet to be painted.
There's a kind of silence that makes you flinch — and then there's the other kind, the one that wraps around you like a warm blanket. I found the second one deep in a dense green forest, where the path barely showed beneath my feet and the trees leaned in as if whispering secrets to one another. But the moment...
The day has come. It's just before 11:50 a.m. The train is about to arrive. I'm excited, my mouth is dry, my stomach is in knots, my palms are sweaty. I worry that maybe I shouldn't have worn this outfit.
Over the past weeks, as I spent eight to ten hours a day traveling by train across the country, I received an unexpected lesson about time and patience. At first, I was just counting the travel times, departures, and arrivals; the outside world blurred past, serving only as a faded backdrop to my restless, often tense thoughts. Yet, amidst the...
Finding Myself in a Swedish Lake. You'd think that stepping into the water means leaving the world behind. But I've come to believe it's the moment you step closer to yourself. That's what happened to me, on a quiet summer day, standing at the edge of a lake nestled deep in the Swedish woods.
For a while, I felt as if every day was the same. Between the grayness of dawn and the weariness of evening, there was hardly any difference—only the hours passing, as though I were always turning back to the same page in the calendar. Then one morning, half-asleep, I stumbled into the kitchen. When I opened the window, I noticed...