A disconnected walk. April’s a trickster. Life, in fragments.

Walk with me because the flowering trees are listening.

If March was social, then the first half of April was spent cocooning inside watching the rain fall. I lit candles. I brewed countless mugs of tea to warm my fingers and breathe in the curling plumes of hot steam. I ventured out alone on some of those rainy days and took endless photos, carefully shielding my camera from getting rained on. I regret taking myself off the wait list for the newest model released last year when money got tight. I baby this one instead and feel a little guilty for wanting to replace it. It’s been my trusted companion for over a decade, always tucked inside a pocket, always with me wherever I go.