Tuesday, April 15, 2003

It's a pretty night, gentle readers.  That's a nice thing, a simple thing.  Lately I'm so caught up in tending to the minutiae of my life that I forget to simply look around, and watch the wind blowing the trees about, and all the little birds at rest in their branches, and the light.  Sometimes these feelings simply seem banal, and that's when I know I'm too caught up in something, a something whose complexity increases in inverse proportion to its relevance.  You know?  I forget to be happy and thankful that I'm standing up, walking about, looking and thinking, and that those I love are for the most part doing the same.  I forget to be happy, to just look and feel, and then oh yeah! I am, and I do, and the world is new. 9:13:35 PM