HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Piet Hein, we sing, Mischa and I. Presents given, coffee to drink and cakes with 1 candle (for one) on it to eat, kisses not to forget, tears of joy, why not.
Then off to the sea in this gorgeous weather, many people had the same thought and walk slowly at the beach. I watch the kayaking persons, sometimes an hilarious sight, I think, because it is more difficult than we can imagine.

My haiku:

In the bend the tram
Always create the weeping sound
And so soon died out

And the proverb from Shakespeare:

How much better it is to weep at joy than to joy at weeping.