Peach light bathes the air, encouraging the corners of a genuine smile. Sweet air taps you on the shoulder and tousles wisps of hair.
This childlike mood, that sees every tulip bloom and hears the song of each auburn-bellied bird, it is lovely.
We are made for these moments. We are made for these moods. This afternoon, it is made for us.
– Caitlin Wetzel
Do not pity the flower that flies off
Grieve for the western garden
It fallen red already beyond mending
Now, after the morning rain
A pond full of broken duckweed
If the tree parts of spring
two turn to dust
One to the flowing water
These are not catkins
Bud the drop after drop of parted lover’s tears.
-Shui lung yin