The entire world knows the term, “thank you,” like the back of their hand. No matter the language, It’ll always be a heartfelt exclamation of pure, unbothered appreciation that could come from a pedestrian to the closest member of your family. It comes from the corners of the heart that nobody dares to hide in. It whistles in the wind when the leaves in the high treetops brush upon each other. It rushes down the stream when a minnow and a tadpole cross paths, only for a second, but one that lasted long enough. It intertwines itself like a vine of grapes around a chainlinked fence, bound to be a system of give-and-take until life finishes running its course. A “thank you,” is beautiful, a “thank you,” is quick. It can be dishes on a dinner table, projecting a scent particularly rich in flavor. How lovely it is to have those whistles, those rushes of water, those systems of give-and-take, and those quick and beautiful “thank you’s.”

Peace in tradition

The most simple of all phrases

And thank you for all