…and have been gone for quite some time. I opened my door to the scent of star anise, wrapped in a hint of sweetness. It’s one of those gorgeous surprises that life gives to you only when you aren’t asking for one. When I stepped to the window ledge and turned on a little paper shade lamp given me by a friend, the whole world became a soft, sweet glow on a March evening.
Sometimes I wonder if there has ever been anything or anyone, anywhere, at any time, that was not absolutely beautiful in one way or another. I suppose I’m a romantic. There are worse things to be.