I sat out in the garden this evening through a calm but
cloudy twilight. I watched two bumblebees taking their last feed of the day
from the foxglove flowers. And then I noticed several small groups of jackdaws,
two or three at a time, flying home to roost. A single raindrop fell on my
head. Just one.
Was that meaningful? I no longer presume to pass judgement on the matter, but at least none of it was polluted by any connection to money. And it made a pleasant change from doing strenuous jobs in the garden and feeling physically wrecked for five days, or reading the news and experiencing severe disappointment in my fellow humans and their priorities.
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