|as always; taken with instax mini 90|
This post, along with what is happening to one of my dearest people, makes me appreciate my plain daily life. I just let the days slip by without trying something new, though I know my days will end some day (perhaps tomorrow or 20 years later) and that many people try to live as meaningfully as possible asking themselves whether they would like to do this if tomorrow were the last day. As for me, for the time being, I don't think of anything new that I want to do. I am only happy to find my people (and my loved cats) are as fine, the scenes are just the same as yesterday. Is it that my gloomy, idle mood has got the better of me?