I have no winter, and spring in dictionaries. I hike as when I like. Leaving a fallen tree on the ground, the shoots sprout whenever they want. These are our lives.
Birds do not have sweat glands, those shoots too. This is the difference between me and them. Birds fly away because of my beads of perspiration.
The shoots cannot. Never think they have to run away, though confusedly they are in a havoc, as we can see in the second picture. The reason? They have no nose.
I observe many interesting lives, thus always in upclose, and enjoy pretty moments on my hikes, though I am soaked.
These are our ways, our lives.