Meadowlark, fly your way down,
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
for you to wear upon your fleece'd gown.
Ah meadowlark, sing to me.
Hummingbird, just let me die,
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try.
Ah hummingbird, sing to me.
This is from Fleet Foxes' Meadowlark. Such a poignant song and wonderful story. My son, Stefan, showed me this band. You don't know how much you change a person's life with a small gift such as, 'listen to this, you might like it.'
Yesterday I gave a hug to a young women who received a bad mark for a small quizz. I hope the warmth of the hug was a small gift that will change her outlook in a small way.
Stefan is completing a Masters of Fine Arts in a prestigious Australian arts school. I haven't seen any of his work while I have been in Hong Kong.
Yesterday I bought Qing dynasty [1644 to 1912] coins in a Buddhist temple, the Temple of 10,000 Buddhas in Sha Tin. I will give Stefan a 'redpacket', a small gift in a red envelope, for luck and prosperity, when I get back into Australia.
I sometimes don't realise how fortunate and lucky I am.
The picture is a little tug making its way up a busy Hong Kong harbour in front of the tallest building and the mid-Autumn sun under its veil of chemicalled sky.
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