the panda, a delicate creature.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough.
You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it.
It is enough.

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the eternal blue sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the safest blue, one small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the

sky is peace, sweet gentleness.