Sindie

Outside the window, the Baltic Sea is roaring—that eternal, powerful sound that brings such peace to the soul. I'm wrapped in a big, soft blanket, with a purring ball of fluffy happiness on my lap. The room smells of tea and sweet candles. On the screen, the lights of Seoul from my favorite drama are glowing, but my thoughts are far, far away.

You know, in moments like these, I often think about the strange magic we live in now. In real life, on the street, or at the university, I am that same Alexandra from the small town. Modest, a little timid, more often listening than speaking. My voice sometimes gets lost before finding the courage to become sound. My gaze is often lowered to the ground, but when I raise it—I see everything.