Slowly, the garden and light begin their tango, and I am merely the audience. I set the props here and there, just enough, and they come together and fade in passionate embraces—sunlight kissing leaves and flowers in delightful exchanges.
The point is, life is a dance. Do we have the patience to observe it, to revel in it? This may not always be possible, but for those who can: pause for a few minutes, watch the seasons, witness the dances they bring, and spread joy where you can.
Much love,
R
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