By veramfund on Skatehive
Hello dear @silver-bloggers community This week, when I read the topic, I didn’t think of a house… I thought of sensations. Of small details that, without making noise, stayed living inside me. The home where I grew up Source Pixabay The home where I grew up was not perfect. In fact, it had many things that, from the outside, could be seen as lacking. But inside… it was a different story. It was a space where life was felt in simple things. Where days were not extraordinary, but deeply real. I remember the light coming through the windows in the morning. Not always soft, sometimes intense… almost warm, as if it wanted to fill every corner without asking. Source Pixabay I also remember certain silences. Not an empty silence, but the kind that accompanies you… the kind that allows you to just be. There were days that felt just like the ones before, and yet now I understand that in that repetition there was a kind of calm I didn’t know how to name back then. What remains I don’t hold on t