I live for rainy days, summer skies, orange popsicles, blank sheets, stray dandelions, my feet digging into sand, second hand books with handwritten notes, scented candles, fairy lights, bright colored socks, midnight drives, the sound of the teapot whistling on a Sunday morning. I realised, like most humans, I do not live for the big moments. I'm alive because of the miniscule details that seem to breathe life into me and keep me whole.
















