Hi
Deciding to draft this note turned out to be more tough than I believed.
Transferring my musings into the virtual nothingness to a unknown person is like whispering something crucial into an vacant bottle and casting it into the ocean, hoping the currents won't misplace it.
My life is not about the busy chaos of a major city, but a tranquil small town, immersed in the vegetation of backyards.
Here, the hours crawl leisurely, like the tune of an antique street organ, and when night approaches, the lanes are bathed in such a mellow golden light that it feels as if everything stops to catch its breath.
I am a medical professional.
I care for people... and, probably, a small part of my own soul's wounds too.
I have a house, a career, books everything that is considered a mark of a calm lifestyle.
But at times, especially in the dusk, I find myself experiencing... not emptiness, but rather expectation.
As if the most captivating part of my life's book hasn't even started, and I'm still re-reading the lengthy prologue.
I would like to encounter a person with whom this expectation would finally be substituted with a sensation of coming home.
A person with whom it would be effortless both to be quiet and to speak until dawn.
Someone who can perceive the story behind an ordinary expression and listen to the harmony in everyday language.
Naturally, I realize that a hint of uncertainty clouds all of this can you really find something real where everything starts from a monitor?
But maybe the dynamics have evolved?
What if you are the one who will see the deeper meaning not just characters, but a spirit?
Yours truly, from the heartland of Russia.
Nina.