






Anything, Everything







Today I went for a walk in my local park, and for a little while, things felt normal. It’s rare I see so many people on a Sunday. The crocuses, it seems, have invaded and are everywhere. I feel like I’m seeing them more this year than ever, but it might also be just me paying more attention.

Right now, every days feels the same. Get up, work, clean, eat, bed. Sometimes, however, a bit of repetition, that bit of surety is nice. Somethings, you can set your watch by.
Crocuses, for example, turn up in the same spot at the local wooded area every year about this time, without fail. Today, as the workers were cutting down a massive amount of foliage that had managed to grow undisturbed for such a long time, knowing that these little things will still pop up no matter what is unusually comforting.
