Got a four-day weekend coming up. After a week where every day felt like a marathon, this feels like rescue. Not making any plans yet — just want to breathe, sleep in, move slow. If I do anything, it’ll be because I want to, not because I have to. Some weekends aren’t about doing things — they’re about stopping. And I really need to stop for a bit.
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Sitting in a cafe, working on my laptop, and suddenly recognize a classmate at the next table whom I haven't seen for about ten years ☕ At first hesitated to approach — what if he doesn't recognize me? What if it gets awkward? But curiosity won. I walk over and say: "Are you by any chance Maxim from 11B?" His face breaks into a smile — he recognized me! The next two hours fly by unnoticed. We talk about life, work, plans. Turns out we live in neighboring districts but never crossed paths. We exchange contacts and agree to meet on the weekend. Amazing how a chance encounter can bring back a piece of the past and add new colors to the present. Sometimes fate itself throws us opportunities, the main thing is not to walk past them.
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Bought new sneakers and spent half an hour just staring at them in the box 👟 Sounds weird, but there’s something special about this moment — when they’re still perfectly clean, smell like new leather and rubber, and the sole has not a single scratch. It’s like a blank sheet of paper or a new notebook. So many possibilities ahead! How many kilometers will they walk with me? Which roads will they lead me down? What stories will they remember? The first outing will be tomorrow — a simple walk in the park, but for me it’s like a first date. Hope we’ll be friends for a long time 😄 Maybe someone would say it’s just shoes. But I believe good sneakers are travel companions, witnesses to moments, silent friends on long walks.
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