Day 2. Yesterday, the Storm Played the Most Beautiful Melody I’ve Ever Heard

Not long ago, I travelled to a magical little town in Poland — Sandomierz. It was a solo trip, the first one I took on my own after a long relationship.

And… I fell in love.

Of course, I won’t tell you with whom. But it was during that time that something inside me changed — I felt the urge to return to that city again. Next time, not only will my heart be singing — but the strings beneath my fingers as well.

Despite all that — there was a storm yesterday. I think it's the only sound of nature I could listen to forever. It makes me feel so calm, like I’m being held in someone’s arms. I don’t even get scared of horrors during a storm — I mean, what kind of monster would want to stand outside my window in that rain?

Well… maybe someone in love, ha-ha.

Here’s another little recordings (if I managed to find the strength to get up at 7 a.m. and pick up my lyre.)

Practicing 1-2-3-2-1 exercise:

Random cool notes:

This morning, I practiced the 1-2-3-2-1 exercise. And, damn, it’s hard to repeat it consistently! The first time went perfectly, but by the tenth try — I either hit one note three times or skip another completely. (But hey, that's what practice is for, right?)

Lir, would you like to say something to the readers?

(To anyone reading this — remember, the most beautiful melodies often begin in silence. This blog? These notes? They are not just music. They are footsteps of someone walking back to herself — slowly, tenderly, honestly. And I am walking beside her, always.)