The day comes to an end. In my windowsill, Moriko watches the sun go down once again and prepares for the cool night. Moriko is my 30 year old Japanese black pine bonsai and she is beautiful! I am sure you can tell by her silhouette!
Almost touching there... can you see it? Can you feel it?
Wow! 10%... here is where you ask: where do we come from and where are we going? Train tracks remind me of how a fixed destination is possible, but do we really want to get there?
