All the good people seem to be going through things. Everyone’s breaking up. Summer’s come and we’re surrounded by change, moving on, fresh starts. Reminders of transience. It’s okay because we’re sparkly. We can do anything. We may cry, but we’re still smiling. It can all be channelled. We remember always our comforts, our friends, loving arms and family. There is always… not hope, but… the pink stuff. The things that nurse you through. Carry you. We can still giggle. I love you friends, you know who you are. Your care means more to me than I can describe, which is one of the little pink things I love about life.