Afternoon Thoughts

As I was walking to the postal box with many cards bound for the Northern hemisphere,
And then as I was walking home past a tiny streak of blue on bark that I'd never seemed to notice. I was glad I brought my camera with me to snap up its leathery skin,
As I passed the the cornflowers growing wild through iron fence. And felt them soft and papery against my cheeks,
And sitting outside as the sun gets low with a mug of seaweed tea. Reading, *trying to read* Arabic poetry in preparation for tomorrow's big exam - my final exam for the year. Reading:
الطيور في الأشجارة , نجمة, فراشة, حلم بلا نهاية
A bird in the tree, is a star, a butterfly, a dream without end...

I felt a little flutter,
a prickle of sunshine on my soul...

To know that there is colour. That we have eyes to see it.
That there are so many many things to learn about our world, and its people...
That we have minds to learn it.
We have mouths to speak and ears to listen.
That we have hearts
to feel, and love, and know -
That there is some crazy design to it all
and it is beautiful.