I walked through the kitchen and saw that the cactus you gave me about a year ago, for a two-months-late-birthday-present, has started blooming.

I’ve seen the buds for quite a few days, but didn’t expect flowers so soon.

And it’s nice, you know, to think how we left behind flowers in the footprints from the time when we walked side by side. Even though I can no longer see your strides or hear your steps, it’s good to know there is still something beautiful.