On my way home, a perfectly shaped Oak tree stands out, just starting to sprout new buds. With a gnarled trunk and huge canopy, like an ancient bonsai, it poses quite a contrast from those tiny tender fresh buds, like many tiny hands reaching out to life. Life doesn’t miss any corner, going through every inch, flowing out, bursting into a new growth.
Just looking at this gives me goosebumps: how grand yet detailed, life travels and carries. In awe, we celebrate life around us, and inside as well.