@farshad-mahmoodi
Mornings can be begun with a special narrative;
with a moment when light, calm and unassuming, comes from the heart of the sky toward us and, without saying a word, changes the course of our day. A light that awakens not only the eyes, but the heart.
And what morning could be more delightful than Thursday mornings; since childhood, Thursdays have held a different meaning for me,not because of rest, not because of a break, but because of an invisible lightness flowing through the air. A feeling like the promise of something good.
Thursdays used to fill me with joy, without my knowing why. Perhaps because they stand between an ending and a beginning; not completely tired of the week, and not yet caught by tomorrow. A day to breathe, to look, to simply be a little more.
And still, years later, when the light of a Thursday morning pours through the window, that same old feeling returns; a feeling that reminds me that some days are created simply to begin beautifully.
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