a wee poem - a thing can be perfect despite its dimensions. I console myself with that - Life is made up of tiny, perfect moments; we just don't always see them
a wee poem - a thing can be perfect despite its dimensions. I console myself with that - Life is made up of tiny, perfect moments; we just don't always see them
Thanks, John, for your very astute observation.
Yes, that is a grand consolation, one that should help us focus on the joy of the moment.