You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale

-Maria Mena, What's another day?

This song has all the right words, you know.
Morning shots of Tokyo some weeks ago.
Thanks everyone for your nice words!

The spring that was

My life, for a bit, stopped before this spring. For reasons I'd keep to my faint heart, I ceased to join the blossoming of a new season. I had to realize many things for once, and before I knew it, the flowers have withered already. It seemed like I skipped spring this year, or spring skipped me.

It's 2 am now, and for the first time in months, I opened my window again today. The incoming summer leaves the wooden floor with this familiar scent, a waft of joy.

Spring is but a season, and it is happening now in my room.

I'm about to come alive..

Slowly now, I can feel you coming out of my skin. You, and all your beautiful motifs.
You inspire me to come back to life.




Train's I'm about to come alive

Photos from last's years spring.

Traipsing through spring

Spring in the university