Lost In Devotion

It seems that someone has finally stopped playing it cool. All this ‘don't get attached,’ ‘be yourself,’ ‘control your feelings’ - until the first touch of hands, which suddenly turns out to be just right in temperature and shape. The world around seems to dissolve in the evening noise, in the sound of water, in the rhythm, where you can lose control again and not be ashamed to be alive.

There is no passion on display here - rather, a quiet surrender to what happened long ago. Love does not require witnesses; it is enough to have a river, stars, and an old melody that can take you home. It's a little scary, but it's a pleasant fear - like before a jump, where you already know that there is no abyss below, only warm waves.