Flowers in someone's hair

Strolling in the streets of a pretty city, I try spotting plenty of coloured bushes these days. My friend said that she had read somewhere, people who have had sex, start appreciating nature more, shortly after. I don’t know how much of that is true but I am loving the spring season because I’m appreciating life. There’s a brief period of security after two eventful years and I am just tired.

I am entertaining the idea that somewhere beyond apps and beyond space, there’s a friend who is just there. A tiny spec of energy growing into a vibe, into a moment, a while and then a life.

It’s okay if it’s not close right now, but there’s a sense of hope.

I feel like taking that tiny flower from the grass and putting it in someone’s hair and watching their sun-glazed face reflect the love that I am projecting.