The bougainville was brighter and the green was more bluish in the distance. Up close the green was brilliant and the atmosphere was saturated with cool minuscule droplets of water.
Mr Puffy Pants looked up at his brother
Seeing his beautiful feet I thought to read him this:
"...A Persian cobbler never dares to make two shoes identical in every respect, because he thinks such an act will kill his wife; he may be harbouring a superstition, but artistically he is quite sound. Individuality is precious and refreshing; the world presents subtle blends of endless variations; there must be orchids and hills, roads and tuberoses, intimacy of sunlight and the mystery of fog. Spiritually, too, every human being has his candle to burn, his spire of blue incense smoke to offer as a gift and a worship in the temple of humanity. Does it matter what colour are the fingers curved in prayer? Or whether the music be a honey-slow spiritual from Louisiana, or the flute-song of a Persian shepherd, watching in a turquoise dawn? The sacred gift of an obedient life is treasured-up for all eternity, and every giver is beloved. In this dawn of a new humanity, no one is rejected. There are no untouchables, no social lepers, no spurned and remnant peoples any more; 'Abdu'l-Bahá tells us that the love of God haloes all created things...." (Dawn Over Mount Hira)
Cat boys sent you pawsfuls of kisses, one set smelling like catnip, and their best wishes for a Happy Wednesday.