Less. Slower.

Summer is a temperature. Summer is a hope.

How politely and precisely the shadow walks down the street with its person.

Sometimes on asphalt, it flashes: "There was a field here. Things grew."

It is night. Under the streetlight, in chalk, a man is drawing the sun.

Evaporation, in elegant silence, sops up the drips.

What is the smallest event you've noticed today?

The tenderness of souls is more evident at night.

Morning hello

If I lightly touch and silently thank several trees between where I live and public transportation, it's a better day.

The texture of the tree bark against my skin implies there are many ways to be alive.

Knowing the time

"They would do without spring altogether rather than fail to make a cake in the shape of a lark at its beginning. They did not belong to those who did not know how important that was and did not do it. "

--from "Oblomov," a novel by Ivan Goncharov

Walking beside the grass green park, talking on her phone about her party, she said, "Oh, yes, bring it. Bring all your everything."

PEACE AND LOVE AND NOTICING THE DETAILS

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