Days of our lives keep passing by. Faster and faster for each passing day. They do not pass fast enough for us to be blindfolded by their speed, but fast enough for few of us to be able to catch each passing day and turn it into something useful.

They are however here for us to use, the days of our lives. For each day which passes is one day we will never see again. We will never again feel this day's breeze upon our face, nor will the sun ever bless this day.

Before this day passes, make sure to catch it, if so for a mere second. Lean out your window and gaze upon the starry sky, let the sun smile at you and bless you with its light. Go for a walk and smile, if you do not make anyone else's day, what does it matter? It does not matter, not for as long as you have made your own.

Everyone, thank you for the support I have recieved in regards to this piece. It means a lot to me.



_{This piece has been featured in the August 14th 2007 Artists' Relations Newsletter: [link]}