somewhere, a road begins to bloom.
the whole spring leans in close.
every bud opens in its own time.
and today, it was your turn.
happy birthday.
for you
happy birthday
I hope today feels as soft as that road looked, and as bright as the little buds that just opened.
Live light and live heavy. An old man can pile up a whole worrisome world of advice, and the world is changing, and there's too much to catch up on, but all of that gets shoved aside. So sometimes, let's enjoy ridiculous pages, peaceful growth, and the ability to be clumsily human. Be proper, be light, be without regrets, be clumsy. Make wonderful human mistakes and grow into your potential self, from missing exams to popping pimples.
Live light when it's needed, live heavy when it's needed. Float away like petals for freedom, or get yourself biking down a long, strenuous, strong road with cherry blossoms on the side. We live and bloom for much longer than flowers do. Remember that.
with love
little frames
a few of the good ones
a tiny moment
press play
a small announcement:
pretty girls were born today.
make a wish
blow out the candles
blow with your voice, or tap the flames.
The microphone is only listened to on your device while you blow. Nothing is recorded or sent anywhere.