For some reason this reminded me of high school, International Day, and the beautiful half-lion symbol of Singapore.
Haven’t gone there- yet.
It was the Day before Eid-al-Adha. A creature with scales and feathers and buried things inside- on A4- it seems huge, but is actually minuscle, reflected, projected, magnified times a thousand. Down there, on the other end of the microscope, there r things like bicycles and sunsets and stuff. And lots of orange-ness. Lots of it.
Now, after managing to write the above weirdness, I get this weird feeling of being the one on the slide under a bit of thin glass, being looked at intensely by large bug eyed creatures- oblivious, unaware, that maybe we are the ones being watched under a microscope.
Erm and trees nd stuff- yeah they are poetic beleaguered whatnots. Ahem! 😉
“One can’t be expected to remember the foolishness of the morning…” Rephrased Jane Austen quote