ALL THOSE PEOPLE

in the sky, sitting in their airplane chair, cross above our heads!
Amazing lines they make, never seen so many at the same time.
Strange fact, how one suddenly knows I am better after an illness (if cold can be called that), half an hour ago one wonders, will I be fit enough to go down the hill, go shopping with Piet Hein, walk around Karlshafen and the harbour. So I did that.
I showed Piet Hein where I had taken the picture of the reflection and he was astonished, said he had never seen it. Well, me neither I answered, and we saw that there was the plainest rail, dark green, and a white building with many windows that were mirrored in the water.
He thought it was gone now, but I toke some photos and he was more astonished yet when he saw the result. A matter of not only looking but also trying again and again. A wondrous discovery.

My haiku

Swarming the pigeons
Descend on the roof each has
Her own little spot

And the proverb:

Of a little take a little and leave a little.