16/04/2026
The wind howls, but it doesn't touch you. It just moves the loose strands of hair out of your eyes for a better view.
Deadlines and noise are like the falling cherry blossom petals you see them. You note the color. But you do not catch them. They have their own gravity, which is down, not yours.
The only thing allowed to change the air pressure in your chest is a smile you didn't see coming. For bother is cold water, and un-bother is steam.
And happiness? That’s the breeze that actually lifts the hair from your nape. For that, you turn your face up. Just a little.
Un-bother. Happiness only.