Little Visitor

Today we were cleaning up and as I vacuumed the pool Theresa saw a small creature on our screen. I recognized it as a chameleon and approached it so as not to panic the little creature. It moved off the screen to the white support  and it turned a definite whitish color. It is quite amazing how they are capable of turning colour to match the environment. Some people do that when they enter certain professional jobs. They say whatever is necessary to keep their standing with the group. They finally get found out when they have to walk over tartan.

Life is like that - not black or white but rather, a fine mixture of all colours. And real people are able to cope as the chameleon does.