It’s a big, wide world out there to those who feel small. Every tree conceals shadows, every puddle a skin to the world below. We fear and tremble, defer and divide, when what we really ought is wonder. Let us not forget, the flower to the insect is as a sun to us, yet the pull of its pollen is enchanting. Never fear the big wide world, my friends, it can’t help being overwhelming.

50 Word Stories: Perception

I loved how the streetlights reflected off the stream's rippling surface as though all the world's colours flowed to some rainbow ocean whilst others slept. Most people thought the bridge just spanned a dirty ditch full of shopping trolleys and discarded food packets. Not me, I could've stood there forever.