Pearls
La pluie tombe comme des petites perles ...
And I am afraid.
Why is it that we could spend a lifetime solving problems? It seems to be one of the barest bones of our conscious existence. Yet problems grow out of problems because we better ourselves, we better our efforts, the more we build the more possibilities arise, and always, there is something to conquer. We can do so joyously, we can do so hurriedly or under various stages of stress, we can be lighthearted or be challenged.
The tram crawled its way towards the center of the city. I thought of possibilities, watching the sparrows experiment with a packet of sugar then excitedly pecking at every speck. I tried to forget the day's problems.
The rain fell like little pearls on leaves already fallen. And I was afraid.
Posted by sniffles at May 16, 2002 10:49 PM