A moist morning left dew on the tiny fibers….
What a world we live in… full of sights and sounds and emotions….
Sometimes it’s when you look at the tiny things that you can open yourself to the big ones.
The tiny things give you no threat… get down on your knees and watch the little bugs, and the tiny flecks of sand particles…. in a sense each tiny thing is ’The World’ to some little thing on it.
We walk through the world, not even knowing the damage we do to others both human and non-human.
But, we’ll find out all about it one day or another… but we can’t pick the time nor place.