Discovery

The air feels so crisp, like a big, cold hug. Or maybe it's just that my brain is finally working right again. Little whispers of thoughts that made no sense just… floated away. Like bubbles popping. You know?

It’s funny, really. I was watching the frost patterns bloom on the windowpane, all delicate and intricate, and a thought, a whisper really, floated through my mind. It was… about boys. And then, just as quickly, it dissolved, like sugar in hot tea. The cold air seemed to have a way of clearing things out, of sharpening my focus. Suddenly, the vibrant fizz of a nitrating mixture, the potent dance of atoms and molecules, feels infinitely more captivating. There’s a certain elegance to chemical reactions, a predictable chaos that speaks to me in a way fleeting childhood crushes never could. The potential for creation, for understanding the very building blocks of the universe – that’s where my true fascination lies.



Stephie