Today I took a walk
in the warm spring
sun to just be outside, breathe
the air, and do some sketching.
As I was coming home from my artist's journey, I picked a cherry blossom. Singing Listen To The Flower People, I walked on and saw a little girl and her father on their porch.
I realized the little girl was crying, and it touched something inside of me. Walking up to her, I kneeled before the tiny goddess and gave her my flower. "Please cheer up, and have a wonderful day..."
Walking home, I questioned myself. Why did I do that? I must have seemed like a total weirdo. What was I thinking?
I guess that's just the way I am.