A friend once said that when one's heart inclines towards something, one starts to really notice it, and notice all its likenesses. And the commonest things that haven't meant the least to one all one's life start to bear seemingly irrelevant significant importance. That smallest thing may make the heart skip beats, the eyes linger moments longer, the thoughts stray off course. It may be a name, a number, a date, a car, a book, a colour, an abstract idea...
Today, I am thinking of pink. Nice, sweet, baby pink. And I am thinking of 23. It is, afterall, another one of my favourites.
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