the sticks i pick up are crap at yoga

i pick up a twig and want to wear it on my wrist as a bracelet.

so i try to bend it, but it isn't good at bending.

the sun is great.
a glass of water is able to make it look
like it is somewhere else in the sky.

the grass looks like a punk with bed-hair.

the bugs around here look clumsy, but i think they know what they are doing.