the first time I actually considered spring a likeable season. Many like the opening of flowers, the breakthrough of winter, for me, spring is amateur - a time where youth happens - supposedly a happy time, but it never got to me like autumn and winter where the weather hits the mind and body.
spring, in this early autumn evening, made me feel as though I went to spring, clusters of clean orchids climb the walls and the warm linen table cloth, the dusty lighting. All the details made a fine experience with you. we admired the uniform, well I did.
i never use to like flowers either until spring left me.
happy birthday, a.
