A Wedding Dress, a Piece of Juicy Pomegranate, Black Snowflakes and a Melody of Joy... 

I believe a wedding day must be something really special in a life of every girl. It's the day any girl can feel herself the happiest princess in the world. Her parents usually cry for happiness, admiring their little girl who's dressed in a white cloud called a wedding dress....Her future husband looks at her with an unhidden love and utter admiration. He must feel afraid of this new step, but at the same time he is more afraid of losing his blue (green, brown)-eyed universe his heart is revolving around...

Today I spent a great time with my old friend from school who got married in September. She and her husband both visited me today. They showed me their wedding pictures. Strange as it might sound, I felt real sunshine in my heart while watching all these happy pictures. I really wish they always stayed so like now. Always in love.  Romantic. Funny. Always together. Hand in hand. Now, amazingly and vibrantly young,  and even when they both are beautifully wrinkled old folks...I am honestly glad about  their shining happiness I felt today. 

Today my dear mama went to the supermarket and bought a huge pomegranate. It's so red and juicy. I simply enjoyed the taste of these little berries! I can't help smiling when I see this fruit. It's my hero. A week ago another sweet pomegranate probably helped me to get rid of my "cuddling hot friend" (for those who do not understand my crazy world of metaphors, I meant nothing else but fever!) :) So, this evening I was watching a movie on my laptop and felt the happiness of vitamins "falling in love with Daria", I mean me! :D

There were some other heavy thoughts on my mind today. I imagined bombs falling. Children crying. I seemed to feel a bitter taste of their sweet tears...a heap of ashes...the remnants of someone's happiness. Someone’s dear smiles...

 I cannot perhaps (thanks to God!) really understand what it exactly means to live under a constant attack of fear that freezes your blood and puts your heart into cold chains... Luckily, I don't know the feeling of a black snowflake melting in my shaking palm. I am grateful, really grateful to God for keeping me and my dear ones away from that nightmare called war...I am lucky to enjoy the skies free from bombs. I can peacefully go to bed. I do not frightfully tremble when I hear airplanes. I don't have to hide myself in the middle of the night as soon as the air-raid alarm wakes me up....My fingers do not need to get fearfully paralyzed while opening a letter from my dad...

I am blessed to live in peace. I am not sure I will always enjoy this. There is no guarantee. Just hopes. And prayers for those who are not so lucky like me today. May our Kind Father save us all...

There is also something else I can't help mentioning! Today one of my good friends shared some of his happy news with me. I cannot go into any special details but this news really filled me with real sunrays of happiness! I am grateful to my friend who made my evening complete. I am grateful to him for composing a melody of joy for me today!

P.S. I am sorry if my joys are so mixed and confusing today. I never plan them. I just write what I feel. And feelings are like a wind…no one really knows where it will blow…so do my thoughts!