…from the vibrant hope of spring, to the warmth of midsummer, the quiet melancholy of autumn,
and the stark stillness of winter, with the weight of her emotions, she travels through the seasons
In spring, she walks through a sea of flowers, bright petals standing out against the grey in her heart.
Worry for her loved ones was always there, a sad part of her, and she is often afraid of losing them, like it had happened before. But spring made her heart feel a bit lighter, filling her lungs with a rush of life and fresh growth.
She takes a deep breath, feeling a tiny spark of hope, though fragile and unsure. The vibrant colors around her seems warmer, almost like a promise of better days.
Still, she knows this lightness might not last, but for now, it was enough.
In summer, she walks by the lake and watches the city lights drift across the water, each reflection a gentle, flickering comfort to her soul.
The energy and warmth of midsummer brings her joy, though she often finds it hard to breathe in the heavy heat. She closes her eyes, listening to gentle sound of the water against the shore, feeling both calm and restless.
Sometimes, she wishes the warm nights would last forever, wrapping her in their quiet embrace. Yet, she knows that the long days would soon begin to shorten, bringing her a familiar sense of longing.
In autumn, she walks through the old cemetery, her thoughts lingering on those who are no longer with her, but still fill her mind and heart. The world around her fades into soft, muted colors as leaves drift down, covering the ground in shades of gold and rust.
The quiet melancholy settles over her, deepening her sense of solitude and bringing a kind of comfort, as if nature itself mourns alongside her.
In the stillness, she feels both the weight of loss and the beauty of remembrance.
In winter, she feels frozen, just like the harsh silence that fills the season. In the cold, indifferent streets of the city, her spirit feels numbed, trapped, longing for peace and the desire to escape from herself.
She knows she cannot truly escape her own feelings or quiet her fears, yet she holds onto the hope that with each new season, she might find a little more calm, a little more space to breathe.
As the snow covers everything in quiet stillness, she finds comfort in the thought that even winter must eventually yield to spring, and with it, the promise of renewal and gentle release.
In Her Journey, Austrian abstract street photographer Stefan Czurda explores a part his own emotional world, expressing it through a short story inspired by Antonio Vivaldi, accompanied by street portraits of Marjetta, the story’s protagonist.
Take a look at Marjetta’s Instagram and learn more about Stefan’s photography here.
Photos & Text © Stefan Czurda