Life is beautiful
A most simple, lovely thing happened a short while ago. I was reading my newspaper in Overlook Park, enjoying the game of hide-and-seek the sun was playing with the clouds, when a tiny red blur in the grass caught my eye. It turned out to be a ladybug, struggling her way up a blade of grass, seemingly without much success. Up she'd go onto the slender stalk, only to fall back down as it would bend under her, ahem, ponderous girth, hehe. She moved onto another one and faced the same result, and continued on to yet another one. I watched this endearing process, not understanding why she was going through so much trouble until she finally reached the top of a blade that didn't bow under her weight. With a mighty flourish she spread her wings and I was like "ohh duh, of course", ooonly to watch her fall again, this time flat onto her back, legs akimbo. I couldn't leave the cutest insect in the world scrambling like that, so I scooped her onto my finger and held her aloft. After exploring the back of my hand for a few seconds, a nice breeze kicked up and whoosh! off she went toward the sky. Watching her flutter away, I couldn't help but smile as the warmth of the sun washed down upon me and the chorus of birds chirping and children laughing sounded all around me. Life is so beautiful sometimes...