A Summer’s Day

No need to nickname her, our resident artist. Like her name, the sight of her is like a summer day, the perfect kind where the wind is high, the sun is hot but not burning, and dusk comes much later. No matter what she’s wearing, she still looks like she’s floating off the ground, weightless, every turn of her wrist, every step of her foot graceful.

Funny, she doesn’t seem to know that. She is too well acquainted with her own flaws. Doesn’t she know that her handwriting makes hieroglyphics of ours? Or that her ‘casual sketches’ make our best efforts look like chickenscratch?

Of course she doesn’t know that. Because she is not the kind of person who puts others down to elevate herself. Without knowing it, by her presence, the way she moves, all that beauty contained in a single vessel, she elevates others. So I’m telling her: Summer dear, know yourself, and face yourself, and you’ll be amazed at what you find.

Merry Christmas.

P.S. Seriously girl, remember the waka-sensei event when you were the only one not caught out in shorts and a t-shirt? Your sense of beauty is one of the most beautiful things about you. Merry Christmas!

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