As usual the pigs expected me already this morning, only one white car passed by and did not interrupt me watching two swans waddling over the swampy grassland. Their way of picking up the juiciest bits, including little snails, intrigued me. In particular, how their instinct told them where to go, until they took off to become a white unity at the horizon.
Strangely, I felt like watching a documentary about animal immigrants in London shortly before finishing this post…and you would be surprised to see scorpions by a club or turtles eating little ducklings falling off a bridge. Cruelty of city life, eh?
The rest of my day was…Thoughts. So many of them that I opened the window. No worries, even if they fly out for now, they shall return in wise words.
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