great buddha's birthday
In this sunny day and clear sky, soft breeze sends slight sweet scent of flowers as I wheel my bicycle. I love this season in which I was born. Most people forget or don't know what day it is today, but only a precious person cares of and celebrates me from the far eastern. I spent roughly half of man's life (in my criterion), frankly deeply appreciating that I can still seek what I love with living up to my ideals even at this age.