Letter to myselfRadu,More Like This
my world is covered in a white mist which floats everywhere I go. Trees, people and houses are all swimming in this white mist. It is as if thousand feathers would make everything lighter, brighter. I lost my sight a few years ago, but I got over that.
I still like walking. Especially in parks. The kids are always happy to see me and call me grandpa. I laugh and tell them stories. And I still feed pigeons. But I don't give them names. That's for others to do.
The flowers grew and remained as faithful as always. They are as green as in their very first day I bought them. They grow and bloom every year. I am not sure which of us is older, the flowers or me. But it does not matter.
Well, I can say white hair suits you. I am quite proud of it. It has a silver-like glimmer and reminds me of the moon. The moon is paler now and quite often covered by clouds. I don't like that but I can't change it. Anyway, she's still a friend of mine. We talk sometimes.
And in the nights, after I finis