Repeating numbers. Some see it as a sign. A sign from angels. Yes. Sometimes, in certain phases of your life, you are open to such signs. But do they really mean what is claimed on the internet?
I let this Easter weekend pass me by. Easter. A holiday on which Christians celebrate that Jesus rose from the dead. I see no signs from the afterlife. But if it were up to AI, anything is possible...
This early in Spring the sun is not that strong. Temperatures are okay, but butterflies need a little more warmth. That's why they sit down on the pavement. The tiles absorb the warmth and the butterflies enjoy both the warmth of the tiles and, by spreading their wings, the warmth of the early sun.
Yeah, I know. I promised to write a Flash Fiction story every week. And I still intend to do so. But emotions cannot be forced. Not even by time. It took me longer than I thought to get things, or rather myself, moving again. Oh well, what is time anyway? A man-made method to record what has been and what is yet to come.
Tulip trees? Uhhuh. Right, it's April 1, don't you fool me... I know the 1957 sphagetti-tree-hoax from the BBC. Women drying pasta in a tree. So, what's up with this tulip tree? Well, I've got two in my garden. Okay. They are so called "false tulip trees". But they do belong to the same family as the original tulip trees...
