San Felices

There are days when everything seems uncertain - joy, sadness, and even the sun, which either warms or teases. Everything passes, like a fair in the suburbs: noise, laughter, dust underfoot, and then - silence and the smell of wildflowers. There are no loud revelations here, only simple wisdom: nothing lasts forever, neither bad nor good. And there is comfort in this - as if someone from childhood is quietly saying, ‘Don't worry, everything will pass.’ And the wind sings along - sincerely, without pathos, simply out of habit of living.