THE GULLS WERE WAITING

for Mischa and me coming to the pond today.
Happily enough the yesterday's journey went well. All the connections worked wonderfully. A quiet evening, a stormy night outside, and starting all over again to find our ways.
At the pond the number of birds being there has grown amazingly. We had some old pitta bread and the gulls loved it. Because of the kept coming we went to the supermarket and got a sack of breadcrumbs. More fun when we came back near the water. It was long enough to be outside in the cold windy weather, but amazingly enough now and then all blue sky, loved that!

My haiku:

The bow on the strings
The browbeat of life there
In front of me waves

And the proverb:

Draw not your bow until your arrow is fixed.