Zanzibar had lost his adventure spirit...
For some wintry days now, he had been unwell...
lacking the energy to move ...
He just wanted to sit...
in his favourite old rocking chair...
on his tiny verandah...
And stare at far horizons...
And sleep...
on one of these many days...
as he rocked away gently...
Zanzibar's eyes happened to drift down to the little rock garden near his doorway...
He stopped...
Strange...
He had never noticed water gathering like a little pool round the rocks before...
And there was his little tortoise friend
eyeing him
as if sending bubble thoughts his way...
At last you notice me...
Sometimes...
The beauty you seek and the inspiration for great thoughts
can be right here...
Your horizons begin
right here
at home...
Zanzibar slowly smiled...
and saluted his little friend...
and suddenly
Zanzibar felt an exciting urge to plan
a fresh journey...
a journey
on water...
Happy (belated) Birthday Ray
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