When I lived in the city, my eye would be drawn to bright lights. Winking me into a bar or restaurant for comfort and warmth they often plopped me in places I didn't actually want to be, and I would quickly leave, vaguely disatisfied for having been sucked in. Like a moth to flame.
Not so now.
Now the light is finer, truer, and real. It draws me in and entices me, making me want to linger longer than I should. I am often late.
Some things just demand to be seen.
I can't codify cute. But I know it when I see it. Beauty. Boldness. Something catches my eye, turns my head, and speaks to me.
Often more loudly than it should, and I get swept up in the moment. Attention deficit I am not...perhaps, no actually, the opposite. Attention overload.
I can lose myself in the moment, the memory, the meaning. I am sometimes not present because I am all there.
My favourite walk is right outside my door, full of mystery, signs and signals. It stops me cold in my tracks. I truly cannot understand how others can simply walk on by! But they do, leaving me behind to ponder..what animal? Where was it going? Or was it coming? was it being chased? or chasing? I am chastened by all this. Humbled. Smaller. But more complete.
My inner child is evidently alive
and well. It does not take much to take off on a flight of fancy. And "why?" is a question often asked.
As the crow flies is sometimes just a short little walk out the front door.