Simple

4PM winter sky was so beautiful that day. Violating the general principle of not noticing the most obvious things around us I just happened to look at it. There was a fleece of clouds. Clouds arranging themselves in a jigsaw. Winds were at work and the jigsaw was coming along naturally and beautifully. May be it conveyed a very simple thing that day. That it is always coming along. Even if you just stand and observe, even if you don’t put any effort, pieces are always getting in places. Probably to tell you that it is not your job to interfere with them. One of the simplest things to understand I guess. That just don’t interfere, you are not even needed. Everything is so simple. The travesty is the fact that simple is difficult; most difficult at times.