I wrote this one in April.
The sun was out. My plant was thriving. The warm, soft air was drifting into my studio, carrying the scent of spring, while I sipped the lemonade my fiancée had just made. The world kept spinning, without asking for permission. It was one of those quiet afternoons when everything simply felt right - music, nature and life.
Even knowing it all fades one day, being there, thinking that, feeling that - there was no reason to worry about anything in that moment.
That was enough for me that day.