Each day.

A passerby once noticed the exact number of trees on a street, they left with one leaf and believed the wind could too carry them away.

A lover once threw their head in hands of another, covered eyes and blind they felt complete trust and became truly warm for the first time.

A traveler once taken home, left the next morning on a walk across the world where the seats don’t stay still and the beds don’t feel the same.

A criminal once showed the jury the sun just to tell them what they were protecting when it rained.

Either to flourish or wither each person let life show them beauty for themselves to only to be different in many ways.

Either to cry or laugh do we decide to blur the lines between happiness and sadness and decide to instead let ourselves feel.

Each wonder of existence with each day becoming more real.