Wednesday,

The night was unusually warm,

The air took something from me like a scent standing with a bouquet of flowers.

An obvious melancholy asking to unload the burden of responsibilities

I can listen from deep inside.

The crossing line of teenager moved to adulthood

The smile grew in size, yet, the same, partitioned,

The natural feeling of leaving my protective castle, so lacking.

I braced tightly against my wedding card in hand!!!