Master Tom meditates under the windchime tree -_- *serious look*

Weary in the mind with matters concerning the state (of being), Master Tom decides to meditate under the windchime tree. Perhaps he will be able to make some headway in them after re-arranging his quiet thoughts with the tune of the windchime.

And if you the reader could peer closer at Master Tom, you may find furry tufts on his belly - after all, Master Tom has been too busy with heavy thoughts to remember to groom himself. It is not easy being Master Tom.

(Picture taken by Maddie : ) Thanks Maddie!)