If at the end,
When your life flashes before you,
You only get to pick one day,
If that one was this one,
It would be a happy ending.
There is a lot of hyperbole in this world. It’s the best or it’s apocalyptic. It’s presented as perfect to lure envy, it’s presented as horror to bait attention.
This is not that.
This is snapshots of a life. A life where for one afternoon was breeze and book; a simple calm at the end of effort. Worthy of note, a memory to collect, and a reflection to appreciate again.
