Do you look or do you see? Is there beauty between the twigs, leaves and drops of dew? Or a smell of dreams still to come?
Sometimes I am considered to be absent minded, scatty, living in a rainbow bubble. It’s an opinion. Opinions are many, opinions are freely available and far too often, imposed on one when one has no need for them. Having read and re-read Lewis Carroll throughout my life, I still rejoice in his words: “Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.