This is paranthetical to the flow, if there be any flow ! When I was young, I began to take note of all the things around us that we seem to ignore. Yet, this world is the backround music to our busy dance. The night pulls its curtain of darkness over us...the street lamps come on. The night blooming jasmine awakens..it is their time to come on stage. The Morning Glories close and await their turn. The lonely snail is tired from its day of just ambling around and crawls under its favorite rock. The teen ager closes his school books...homework finished. Father and Mother yawn...the cat slinks under a bush and looks around...he loves the night. The trees are still wet from the rain, and every little breeze shakes the leaves and causes a shower of drops to fall. The wind chime tinkles for a moment. The long night when our world is mostly asleep. So much going on that we never know about. The sick child awakens from his feverish sleep and sees the cherry red glow of the wall heater...a sort of delerium that brings with it an amplified feeling of peace and safety. Pulling the covers up over a shivery body...it feels so very safe from all that is out there in a very strange sort of way. The unseen World....so far apart from all that we think is important. The East is tinged with the first hints of dawn. The brushing of the teeth, the combing of the hair, getting dressed for our day as the rising Sun bathes the tops of the hills in orange light. Ever moving down, the light spills into the valley...the new day is underway. The jasmine goes to sleep, the morning glory opens with a shout. The snail comes out from under its rock and enjoys the dewy lawn. A symphony of sorts. The Robin finds a juicy worm while we find our way to whatever the day holds. This unseen world pays about as much attention to us as we do to it. But, it is there for those who want to enjoy it.
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