It takes all kinds to fill this planet.
The cranky who never seem to find peace, the fussy who fiddle around with details, the laidback who live like there is no tomorrow
So many different colours, so many different experiences, so much to talk about, so much to discover. Like the fingers on our hand. Different folks. Different strokes.
Sometimes I think keeping your eyes and ears open is such a pleasant exercise. Considering life's meandering roads there is always some music or some discord at the corner.