t doesn’t have to be the creamy, white deer spotted near Brandon park.

Or the Flint houses on the Gashouse Drove.

Or fresh market square ripe juicy fruits in the centre of Brandon.

It could be the glimmer of a crisp packet, left on the fallen spring leaves.

Or the mundane big lime green bushes, in the forests in Brandon.

Or the Lovely dawning sunrise.

Be as curious as a dandelion; 

whose seeds blow across the world.

Those endless blue skies in the sunny bright days.

Notice now how the days can be mundane and abnormal at times.