Life often causes dust clouds to gather around us filling our lungs and lives with unpleasantness.
How do we cope with it?
I saw these three donkeys standing beside the road shrouded in a cloud of dust from passing vehicles in rural Tanzania, waiting patiently for the dust to pass. Maybe I can learn from them to wait patiently for the unpleasantness that life deals me to pass before moving on to greener pastures.
What do you think?