One winter evening,
I was walking home alone…
a rabbit appeared in front of me.
A cute rabbit. I liked him.

I tried not to scare him so I could introduce myself.
I know rabbits usually don’t care so much about meeting me…
but this particular one seemed very friendly.

very slowly I moved forward.
One step, two steps, one step back…
another step, one more step…rest.

I looked at him without “looking-looking”.
He is still there, kind of welcoming…
Good!

Side steps, diagonal steps… turn around…
I made a tiny dance introducing myself to him.
He was looking straight at me… one bold rabbit.
I was amazed by his stillness…

then, a very funny thing I noticed…
The rabbit was a rabbit,
but it was a rabbit made of branches, wet plastic bag, and shadows….

I looked again…
it was a rabbit.
one more time…
Again, piles of branches, plastic bag and shadows.

one moment it was a pile of garbage,
another moment it looked like a treasure.

I like the fact the garbage can do small sloppy magic on themselves.
I believe in that kind of magic.
If the garbage can act for me and be a treasure of the moment,
I have courage to make something…