Greetings
Deciding to draft this message turned out to be more tough than I believed.
Dispatching my reflections into the online abyss to a stranger is like uttering softly something important into an hollow bottle and throwing it into the sea, hoping the tides won't lose it.
My life is not about the hustle and bustle of a major city, but a quiet provincial town, immersed in the foliage of gardens.
Here, the daylight hours drag on slowly, like the song of an aged street organ, and when dusk arrives, the roads are immersed in such a mellow warm light that it appears as if everything stops to take a breather.
I am a medical professional.
I help people... and, perhaps, a small part of my own inner hurts too.
I have a house, a job, books everything that is regarded as a sign of a peaceful existence.
But sometimes, particularly in the dusk, I notice I am sensing... not loneliness, but rather a sense of waiting.
As if the most captivating part of my life's book hasn't even begun yet, and I'm still going over the lengthy beginning.
I would like to encounter a person with whom this waiting would finally be swapped for a feeling of coming home.
An individual with whom it would be simple both to be silent and to talk until sunrise.
An individual who can discern the narrative behind an everyday smile and perceive the music in ordinary phrases.
Naturally, I understand that a tinge of skepticism hangs over all of this—can you really discover something genuine where everything starts from a display?
But perhaps the game have evolved?
Perhaps you are the one who will read between the lines not just words, but a spirit?
Yours truly, from the interior of Russia.
Nina.