Happiness:I always wondered, when a butterfly leaves the safety of its cocoon, does it realize how beautiful it has become? Or does it still just see itself as a caterpillar?
The air I breathe
The air I breathe
In time of daffodils
I went for a walk around the still-frozen lake, apart from the resident ducks who stayed over winter, there was one goose who slipped and walked across the ice, enjoying the early spring sun. This haiku was born in that moment : Meanders On melting ice The early-arriving goose
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