I accidentally trample a grape snail to death.

I immediately apologize.


What good does that do now?



*



Standing still.

Taking in Summer's animistic smile.




Getting wild.

Picking and eating sweet little wild strawberries.



*



I have too much on my feet and it is drying out.


Waiting and saving my discontent for a while...




See the broken and lonely crouching in their apartments.

See them de the little frogs dance while they cry.

See their ruined dreams; all since their childhood.



It really is Midsummer in a ruined society.