“Do anything, but let it produce joy.”
Something about fall in the city. The way the light pours itself through the trees, shimmering glass, bending around corners, blanketing the sidewalks and buildings, warming the brick. Crisp air, crunchy leaves. The colors seem deeper and more inviting; everything feels like a memory in the making.
“I had a dream so big and loud
...I jumped so high I touched the clouds”
“But all the possibilities. No limits just epiphanies.”
"This is gonna be the best day of my life. My li-i-i-i-i-ife."