Reflective droplets of water dangle from the twisted branches. Light filled and liquid, they endure. The distant tree is roost to eight plump woodpigeons, feather fluffed against the cold. A robin lands and a water bauble falls, a solitary raindrop falling to earth.
"Everything moves, only the mirror remains. That mirror is you." - Osho
1 comment:
"a water bauble" - love that!
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