When Tsarmina got into the shower,
She turned it to, "Cool" and half-power,
With her camera set,
She got her blouse wet,
Like a beautifully sprinkled spring flower.
That's very philosophical. I guess we are all part of the dust and will return to being mud and silt in the fullness of time. I hope to have had a lot of fun before this happens to me. I don't want to return to being silt with the nagging regret, "I never had enough fun while I had the chance!"