pictures of fragile things
Maybe it’s the impending spring: the tiny, brave flowers peering out of the earth; people braving the cold with bared arms; the sun, pooling in watercolor perfection across the pavement. Maybe it’s just that feeling when you’re so busy for so long, then you take a moment – just the briefest of pauses – to look around yourself and wonder about what you’re doing or where you are. Everything feels very young right now. Everything is small and quiet and watching from a few steps back, rather than doing and going and deciding. It’s good, I think, to lean back every so often and notice life going on, before you step back into the torrent.