"My fancies are fireflies: specks of living light twinkling in the dark. The same voice murmurs in these desultory lines, which is born in wayside pansies letting hasty glances pass by. The butterfly does not count years but moments, and therefore has enough time." - Rabindranath Tagore
The Grand Old Man of Owl City, wrote these beautiful lines that illuminate what the Owl observes. Here's to following the living twinkling lights to find more wayside pansies and other hidden treasures, in street corners, our everyday commutes, and epic adventures at the edge of the world. The Owl hope you have a adventure filled year ahead.
Until next time,
The Observant Owl
P.S. if you want to talk to this owl you can write and email to firstname.lastname@example.org
From An Owl's Eye View