THREE TIMES IT STARTED

to rain when I took my camera, so it should have been an ideal dropday.
Under my umbrella I took pictures at the pond, a woman on her bike stepped towards me gave me a bag full of bread and said will you give this slowly to the birds or shall I empty it in one time. I am in a hurry, she said.
I did it slowly then.
In the afternoon I cycled to the hospital where Mischa had an apointment for the removing of two wisdom teeth. I took the path through the dunes and I made my blipfoto there because I liked how the seedheads were waving at the top of a sand hill. Hello, I said between my teeth, there you are, waiting for me. And then it started to rain softly.
The third time it started to rain was not important any more. I saw lots and lots of sparrows flying and descending at the top of the trees. And flying again. And making loud noises.
I found Mischa at the hospital and we cycled together home. Seeing a wonderful vibrant sunset and you can see Mischa's picture of this sunset here.

My haiku:

We go in circles
It can take such a long time
Before we reach the start

And the proverb:

Circles though small are yet complete.


And the proverb