Curve

Seeing the slight curve of the horizon - illusion or not - on the way down from the Zwiesel mountain top on this first warm weekend in May. Getting a little grasp again of the size of this world. Not only is it refreshing, the sight is also giving space to my thoughts. And then I notice again that none of these tiny little sparks in my mind really matter. Except ... maybe ... seeing the two tiny butterflies that dance across the sky above us, oblivious to it all, until they vanish into the sun and ... your hand in mine.