photo: all those wrinkles that we find so beautiful in the sand, formed by the winds, the rains, the storms, is it not the same with the face? Wharariki

The trembling on the face, day after day,

of pains, anxieties,

of what has meaning, and what hasn’t

even dreams find a place there, withered, over time, and so what?

For perplexed we will remain and « where is the world going »?

Something to chat about at tea time.