'A Pocket Full of Spring'

Nobody remembers exactly where the day began. Perhaps with coffee. Perhaps with flowers. Perhaps with an invitation that wasn't part of the original plan.

What everyone remembered later was how the day felt: The sunlight. The laughter.

The way every corner seemed to reveal something beautiful. A hidden courtyard. A market stall. A musician on a bridge. A stranger who became a friend. A bouquet purchased on impulse because life suddenly felt too wonderful not to celebrate.

This piece feels like one of those days.

Not a milestone. Not a turning point.

Simply a perfect afternoon gathered flower by flower and carried home in your pocket.

A reminder that joy does not always arrive with fanfare.

Sometimes it arrives disguised as an ordinary Tuesday and leaves behind a memory that glows for decades.