It could be the wonderful moment where air and soil meet with such perfection

or

maybe the way the clouds talk so loud it ends up in thunderous applause…

yet,

again,

the childhood memory of see-saw is the answer

knowing, as always,

you can never kill the child inside you…

actually it is impossible to try

…

and there it is again, a butterfly sipping from golden cup wearing a wreath of copper and silver embossed with a child’s dream.