Citation de Aveline
Days tick by, as you expect them to. Like fanning pages in a calendar. You make plans. Somtimes you forget them. But you never doubt you can make them. You let things – mundane things, like bad traffic or getting caught in the pouring rain or rude, inconsiderate people – ruin your day, not realizing how precious said day is. How unique. How this day will never come again. No day will look quite like it. And that’s how you look back, years after, wondering where all the time went.
