I long to be like that, pure translucent, crowned with golden light. What must they be thinking? Do they think? Or do they live a joyful life of wondering? Imagine having the time to wonder over everything worth wondering.
Blissful imagination time.
No wonder their home is light and colorful. No wonder they dance on unusual front veranda that seems to have wings. How easy it would be to take to the sky with a wondering mind.
In a fairy tale, I saw wonder--full imagining. It was a trick of macro-photography.
Why am I sure the photographer didn't notice it?
--me strauss Letting me be