neighbors

The good old beings I share the garden with ..

softly,

and slowly, because while there still remain many mysteries to unravel; the secret is to linger awhile, to experience the soft touch, inhale the light fragrance, and truly savor each moment before moving on to the next.

Just sometimes, the tortoise does win the race.

i was here

What today's route lacked in butterflies; it made up with dragonflies.

augmented reality

What I actually come across on my morning walk:

What I make believe I am seeing:

Wish I could do the same non-linear transformation on my resume too :D

The walk does have its moments though. 

Like the feel of the morning dew on your bare feet.

Like the air laden with the smell of wild shrubs. You don't get it in manicured gardens, and I don't know any other way to describe it.

Like the moment when you realise the gardener in a public park has seen it fit to raise papaya trees in a bed of roses.

:)

migration

So it's time for a change of seasons, and it's time for you to fly back to where you started from.

Back from a place you loved, to a place where you are loved.

But the memories will call, and soon you'll be back - for another season.

Bon voyage, mon ami.
For this journey and for the many more to come.