the other day, i saw a person wearing pants.

i know it's super common to see someone wearing pants if you are in the same environment as me—where wearing jeans is frowned upon and can even lead to social boycott. it's a funny, little place where i come from go to.

but again, these pants were not just any pants. these pants were just a few inches shorter than pants people usually wear.

it has been three days, and i still remember this person and their pants. writing this down—from that funny, little place—i am cherishing the morning, the pants, the person, and how happy they looked wearing pants that i consider special.

and now, you are going to remember them all too. for eternity.