A Colorful Picture by Tetiana Syniavska

It was a late night,

all the inhabitants of the multi-storey building have been asleep for a long time, watching colourful pictures of their dreams. Only John was awake. He was laying in the bed and recalled different moments of his life. He looked at his sleeping beloved wife, how her white curls fell carelessly down her cheek, her gentle arms hugged the pillow, and two blankets guarded her sleep and warmth. He recalled their wedding, the first days together as husband and wife, their honeymoon. And suddenly he felt a strong desire to return in detail to the day, when he fell in love with her. He quietly got out of bed, went to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out his man's diary, which had no difference from the women's, except that everything was written in illegible handwriting and there were no girly atmospheric stickers.

“Hello, my night friend,” - John said to his diary, which always saved him during sleepless nights, and opened a page that he could find with his eyes closed. John was a real romantic and could not imagine his life without these hundreds of written sheets of his thoughts about life and everything in the world, which were for him a kind of time machine into the past.

“15.07.2015.

Today I met a woman. She looked completely different from all my previous ladies: she is not blonde, she does not have curvy shapes, long legs, she does not wear mini, and does not paint her lips with red lipstick. She is a small brunette, who is modestly dressed and practically does not use makeup. But I know that she is the woman, who I wanted to meet all these years. And I have understood this, after hearing her fragrance today, and suddenly realizing that that was the scent with which I want to wake up and fall asleep, have breakfast and dinner, and I want all my clothes to smell like that after her hugs.

This aroma cannot be fully described. In the first seconds, it seems very fresh, and there is a feeling that it is impossible to get enough of it. It is the embodiment of a light breeze, refreshing waves, and impermanence of the ocean, the power and immense beauty of which is mesmerizing. In those first seconds, standing next to that woman, I felt how purposefulness, energy, and accordion emanate from her. This is a kind of a cocktail of vivacity that you enjoy during the first seconds of communication with her.

But then you can feel more and more various notes that add comfort and warmth to that perfume. It begins to combine the freshness of the water, the warmth of sunlight, and the divine beauty of flowers. It has an exquisite scent that paradoxically combines strength, passion, and softness. This scent was similar to morning dew and emphasized the charm and naturalness of that woman.

During those 15 minutes of communication with Lisa, I realized that that was the scent of my love. That freshness, and at the same time the cozy warmth of the smell, in which you want to wrap yourself up in the evening, emphasized something almost incompatible in that woman. And after 10 minutes I was standing next to her with understanding that she will be my wife. "

“Five years have passed, and I still adore this particular perfume on her. It suits her so well and remarkably broadcasts to the world her willpower, her endless energy, and belief in herself, as well as the fact that every day she is ready to bang her head against the wall to achieve her goals, but at the same time, it reminds that she is still an ordinary woman who wants warmth, hugs, and feelings of security,” – John thought and went to bed.