Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Does perfect happiness exist?
And I found it yesterday at the menagerie of the Jardin des Plantes. My beloved panda foxes (a.k.a. red pandas) were in fine form. One actually ran-walked along his wooden beam to get to a better snack-branch. Their back fur was so red, their stomachs so black, their eyes so beady. Just as I remembered them, but better.
Suddenly, I realized my face was pressed right against the bars! I got scared and thought, "What if one scratches me on the face?"
And then I thought, "Would I even mind?"