“Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
An elephants skin is rough and is covered in deep ridges and hair that ranges from short tiny bristles to thicker, wiry strands. Their trunks are especially rough. But behind the ears, oh my. I have had the blessings of scratching and rubbing them there and it is as soft and warm as anything I have touched. It is part of the elephant magic I have come to know.
The magic of light and a moment of wonder. The pot of gold was the sight itself.
(Sadly, the leprechauns must have been eaten by lions)