Sometimes, it is hard. Just a little bit harder. Sometimes time flies standing still watching our every move on a photograph. Sometimes you look up and you see spring. The promise of new beginnings through the passing of time. Just that. No action needed. The natural motion of life. You look up. It's blue and pink and spring is right there and you can touch it and smell it and let it in you. And you hope everyone else is looking up like you. A moment in time offering them a smile wrapped in future. A brighter future.