How lucky are we? Experience this together. To be together.

A flower bud holds its breath. The winds blow noisily through the streets. The world, and ourselves, in a state of inchoate.

And if you peel back the layer you see patterns. And spikes, driven by individuals. We stand on the shoulders of those who came before us.

It can not be understated: I’d rather be happy than fashionable. I’d rather be happy than important. I’d rather be happy than rich.

A mirror reflects. What appeared in that reflection I didn’t know. Until you held an opposing mirror.