Where does the
time go?
A small reminder on your desktop — that this year, like every year, is already becoming a memory.
Counted softly, for you.
The season
What spring keeps for you.
Thirteen weeks, slipping. Counted down to the solstice.
Spring ends
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The year
What the year still holds.
Fifty-two weeks, one for each — quietly filling, week by week.
Year ends
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Your event
Whatever you’re waiting for.
A trip. A birthday. A goodbye. Held in view, in case you forget.
Your event
—
Not to make you anxious. Only to make you present.