A kind heart

Nothing can be better than splashing water in a beach in a 38 degree day. I jumped into the South Melbourne beach immediately after I got of the tram. Embracing the coolness from sea water, a day’s of swelter was vanish and washed away into the Pacific Ocean. Mini waves were giving you natural massage while you were stretching in the water, relaxing your mind in the hands of nature. More 30 degree plus days are ahead; I would like to do this more often to enjoy the Australian cheeriness.

A squab just came out of the egg, and a breeze blowed him away from its nest and fell onto the earth. He was picked up and cherished by a kind human heart. He then rested himself in a rock glass with drops of milk came into its mouth every hour. He even had a nice afternoon siesta, which he dreamt of growing bigger and flying back to his nest. By the time he woke up, however, he felt faint. He was expecting his hourly milk to pour in. One hour, two hour … he never had a chance to wake up to count more hours. When the milk eventually dropped, he could not open his mouth to take it. He then felt the human tears dropped onto his feather. His grave was at the back of a garden, resting with ants and pest. A small hump of soil was the only marking of he had ever lived, for a few hours. The human is Z.