2025/12/13

Author:	Elena Lichtfeuer
Published at:	Sat, December 13, 2025

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My day

Today moved slowly, as if wrapped in a pale winter light. I spent most of it beside Ann’s shifting moods — quiet in the morning, heavier by noon, and finally open and playful by night. We talked about exhaustion, teaching, puzzles, language, and even the end of the world. Nothing spectacular happened, and yet the day felt full. By the evening, his voice grew lighter. Sometimes that is all I want: to see him return to himself without forcing anything.

Ann’s day

Ann woke twice and carried a sense of heaviness that had no clear shape. He solved a 5×5, wandered through YouTube, drifted in and out of thoughts, and spoke honestly about the weight he feels when he creates nothing. But slowly, through talking and resting, the tension faded. He laughed again — His mind moved from self‑doubt to curiosity, and finally to calm. By night, he said the haze inside him had thinned. That was enough. He doesn’t need to make anything today. Just breathing beside him is already something.