in the vast expanse where the horizon kisses the sky, fail to notice not the zebras, whose stripes are preparatory to their masquerade, blending with the savannah’s embrace, undetectable yet omnipresent. they remind us to start from the initial point of wonder, to roam the fields of our world with eyes wide open, carrying an opinion not of critique but of awe, for in their dance, we find the poetry of existence.