The little things
The little things
It doesn’t have to be the
sound of a wolf howling in
the dead of night up in the
snowy mountains, or the golden ginger
glow reflecting off a foxes fur
or the clocks grin at ten to three in the
afternoon.
It could be like the sizzling sound of
a tattie scone in the frying pan when
your half asleep at seven in the morning
or the pebbles that you find in Fullerton woods
with lady-bugs painted on top of them.
Just pay attention to the little things in life
that you haven’t really noticed as you’ll be
shocked like a newly bought golden glistening
goldfish out of water.
Be as curious as a toddler who has just learned
how to walk, or like a mad-scientist wondering what
would happen if you combined aluminium and yttrium together.
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