Bud

I wanted to bring you flowers myself, but work has me travelling. So I grew you some here.

Scroll down, the weather changes.

Just wanted to let you know you are as beautiful and warm as Charles Leclerc’s sunset lap

and as cold and bold as Max Verstappen’s storm lap.

Flowers for you, Bud, until I can bring real ones.

Your friend, somewhere between flights.

Tap the sky to grow one more.