And then, just like that, with a quick snap of the fingers – the month is almost spent.
Amidst the madness and the hullabaloo; the hails of bullets and the dizzying diddly-dos…
… do you stop to smell the roses, too?
Now that the insanity has grinded to a halt, I realised that the weather lately has been absolutely lovely.
The mornings are painted with colours that seem to glow in rhythm to the beatings of your heart; the nights are dark but with the welcome comfort of the shiniest stars.
No two blue skies are ever the same.
Some of the best things in life are free after all.