Our blocks are every shape and every color: pink and green and yellow, sky blue and ocean blue and melancholy blue.
We build them up in colorful stacks.
Turning them from blocks to homes and businesses and temples and museums.
Towns and cities and countries.
We let them live and breathe and grow taller and bigger and more complicated.
Then we knock them down, again.
We shriek and laugh at the noise and the chaos and sometimes we’re just a little bit sad to see them go, favorite towers toppled and hidden corners exposed.
And then we build them up, again.
Higher and better than we built before.
Different but the same.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.