Let them be as flowers,
always watered, fed, guarded, admired,
but harnessed to a pot of dirt.

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,
clinging on cliffs, like an eagle
wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.
- 'Identity' Julio Noboa Polanco

Another quick blip around the block. I'll soon be running out of these - I'll have to make an effort to go for a further wander somewhere soon :)