For the one who waits patiently by the wooden bridge; the breeze gently wisping the silken threads of hair away from her face. There, above the stream, so clear as to see the occasional fish darting through. As a gust blows by she lightly brushes her hair back; and in the same instant, it releases petals from the cherry trees. A flitter of a smile plays upon her lips as the blossoms drift to the stream below. They softly come to rest at their journey’s end, only to be lifted up again into the pink skies above.
Time stands still for this kanojo, as the sunlight caresses everything it touches. She takes in her surroundings, and a sense of sorrow as well as elation are betrayed through her eyes, unbeknownst to the calmness of her presence. Slowly these selfsame rays take a deeper, redder tone, the sorrow wins over the elation; graceful a thing imaginable, she seemingly glides across the bridge, and in passing the evening sun, is obscured from view.
Thanks for actually coming back! As you can see, this website has finally been treated to a makeover. It really did need it—maybe not visually, but with the codebase, definitely—so please bear with me as I get things refreshed.
The next major step is to reskin the blog the same as the site… and add some final touches to the copy… and add more rotating images… and anything else I think of… hopefully it will all be finished soon!