Held up high, in the sky

How often do you look at the sky and watch the clouds move, forming shapes, forming your imaginations.

Or maybe the trees that you passed by everyday, the path that you walked on every time you go home.


The sun, the birds, the rain, the wind, the nature.


Sometimes, life just get us all worked up and we forgot to stop and pause for a while to hear the bird sing and watch the tree sway.

Get caught in the drizzle occasionally.


I like letting this affection grow, and runs deep.