Oh, yes! The helicopters never cease, just change color. The beauty and the feelgood I am left with after listening to a children's choir is priceless.

Haha! I have to wonder where the words came from, but your thoughts on it have passed through m brain, although usually a fork comes off it (think weku) and it is a "fork" in the road to change direction.

Oh, smiling is all you can do.

Thanks for stopping by!

!tip