Sometimes it seems that if all the words of the moment were weighed, the sense in them wouldn't be enough to cover a butterfly's spit, but the anger in them could drown the world.
That's the time (this is the time) to go find some haiku, and to think in haiku ways.
In a very few words, a world
Haiku is a deceptively light observation, just as a drink of water is deceptively light refreshment.
My favourite place for haiku is
The Heron's Nest.