Oh, God, what have I done?

Currently listening to: Ben Folds Five - "Evaporated"

My favourite day sky is full of cirrus clouds that stretch and race and frolic.

In the olden days we would hang on the fig trees and cast them in our stories. Sometimes we even allowed ourselves to gape at cumuli: there were cygni, dragons, and all sorts of other scoowample.

Why is it so difficult to halt and consider the beauty that never leaves us? Why do we often ignore the immense possibilities life continually yields?

Well, I'm still six years old, and I still rest on my branch of the fig tree in my dreams.