Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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Note of nature

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.


~Emily Dickinson

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Soft clouds that you could eat!

image This was one of my favourite sights during childhood. 🙂 Remember those childhood memories when you went to a fair or a carnival and saw this bag with fluffy pink gigantic cotton on a stick? Remember how you pulled a piece and popped it in your mouth and it immediately melted? Dissolved! Disappeared! Soft clouds that you could eat! Rainbow colours! And you wanted more but your parents refused. Oh cotton candy, I still love you! 🙂