Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 264 – No escape

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Rainy, rainy day today. The sun just came out of the clouds while I was planning my next week. I was surprised to see that the pages were almost blank. Nothing in there except for some usual classes, but otherwise no meetings, no running around, no need for me to be anywhere. Usually when this happens and I relax thinking that I have a whole week to do what I want to, the phone starts ringing on...

Day 263 – Warm cuddles needed

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This morning we woke up to see beautiful snowflakes knocking on our windows. We got dressed in a flash and chased them all the way to the park and back home. Today I was supposed to write a happy post about snow and fun, but just like the rain spoiled our snowy fairy tale, that’s also how my state of mind changed. I’ve been fighting a cold for two weeks now and just as I was getting...

Day 237 – Dead silence

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Shhh… all the noise from the outside world disappeared today. I am alone… at last. I tried to fight it at first, went to the window, opened it and focused: nothing. Nothing can bring back the noise for a while. Maybe all that is left is silence, a dead, coldĀ silence. I hear anything that’s dead must be cold; there’s no other option. I think death is warm. I think she comes...

Day 202 – A lost day

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Who says we need our bodies in order to work, or breath? Who says we couldn’t exist without them? 8.30 am Got dressed, feeling somehow strange and went to the busĀ stop.The first bus comes quickly and I get off after a couple minutes to change it with another. The strange feeling I am having amplifies. I think, maybe I caught the flu or something; I am going to make it. Several minutes pass...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu