After more than six years of indulgence in blogosphere, I am certainly more resourceful than I think while mingling with mushrooms, trees and critters.
A caterpillar is more capable than me.
It experiences rather than imagines more life cycles, especially the caterpillar and the butterfly stages. If every footprint a story, it should have tonnes of stories for its blog update.
But this is not true for a rainbow coloured caterpillar today.
Having chewed a big breakfast, it has to stay as still as a mushroom, in order not to bruise its lower body which is now touching the wood.
Having too many big meals, I shall tell only stories of my tummy, for my eyes will not see my toes.