Smile of time

There is a high probability that the first childhood memories determine the further perception, for example, the primitive cave, the shelter of each child, acutely feeling the need for sad secluded corners, the sound of the retracted sofa, the rustling of pillows and bedspreads, the cozy tunnel where it is first dark, and then covers a stuffy blindness, such a dusty horror, and you want to get out quickly, to where a strip of light is barely visible and a conversation is heard ...

... And suddenly, when it is already intolerable at all, from somewhere on the side, comes a great warm, slightly touching you with unspeakable vibration of the air, dissolves immediately in this mist, filling it with trembling softness, and the gloom begins to breathe, delicately being now near, but not touching, although you can reach out, the mist becomes a smile of time, which will accompany you everywhere when it becomes scary or too dusty, to open your heart or just to be there, an invisible but tangible defense.

Sometimes it seems to me that the universe is one invisible huge soft breathing cat that surrounds me from all sides, and I, hardly touching it, but it does not catch and do not hold it, you can only poke for a second with a soul, exhausted by fears in this unknown, in dark and dusty corners of it, to poke and know that where that is this strip of light, not completely covered with a veil, and with it for a long time to feel the traces of this softness on yourself, and so to live, in general)