Warmth

It's your day, enjoy it.

The weather was lovely today, with temperatures below twenty degrees. There was a familiar scent in the air as I walked down the street, and I found myself looking forward to the warmth of the sun.

Walking, stopping, and starting along the way, taking in the scenery and listening to music, perhaps this is what it means to enjoy the simple pleasures of life.

Everyone has their own story. Once we've passed through youth, we begin to trust only our own feelings, no longer swayed by material things.

Someone once said that having something means you're already on the way to losing it. But could losing something also mean that you're beginning to possess it?

There are still many choices to face in this life. Who are the words from the Buddhist sutras, "Let go, and you will gain; only by giving something up can you gain something else," meant for?

Perhaps An Ran's youth has already passed by so quietly. Whether she was proud or timid, time is shorter than a glance, and joy lasts but a moment. The boy in white and denim, standing against the light in the revolving cycles of memory, and I have met again at last.