10th Anniversary Photoshoot. Still carries the air of something unformed, even now in my thirties. Time moves quietly, and at some point, it settles in how far things have come. Back then, even the wired earphones in the frame were easy to miss.
Thursday night. Friday coming up. Had a small welcome waiting, simple but it hits. The devil wears Prada, sharp by nature. There’s a black stout side to it. Dark, steady, settles in its own time, as Guinness would.
Speaking of a younger version, he’d probably be proud of how far this has come. Didn’t expect to reach this point, yet here it is. For the kids out there, big outcomes start with big dreams.
Happy Children’s Day.
Flowers and a cake showed up as a welcome. Somewhere in that moment, it felt like something reaching back to a younger version of me, a reminder that not every good thing has to come from pushing too hard. Some things just arrive when they’re meant to.