In the artificial hurry of our daily live we have made it
abundantly easy to lose sight of any kind of view of our world. Our attentions
diverted along a corridor of immediacy, we expend our energies on pursuits that
have little to no benefit to our fulfilment. Yet amidst the noise of
obligations, entertainment over-saturation, global and local issues that we are
supposed to care about, it only takes a moment outside, on a beautiful or terrible
day, for the issues of real import to surface in one's mind.
After twenty-four years on this earth one might suppose by
now that I find the familiar sight of blue sky turning pale at the horizon,
against sun-bleached yellow-green grass to be tiresome, but instead it appeals
to me carnally, and every time I see it, I feel a little refreshed. Humans are
simple animals who have made their lives progressively more complicated without
necessarily always making them better.
I appreciate the closeness with which I can calmly approach
a red-breasted robin before he takes off in frightened flight. Later on I will
pass another, who, secure in his tree, will take no notice of me as he grooms
his chest. My eyes delight in the colour on display in the wingspan of a monarch
butterfly, a creature who on close inspection appears not beautiful but alien.
I come upon a choir of ducks, whose stunted sing-song is less a quack and more
a lip-smacking d-buh!
In the pale blue sky, a few clouds, puffy yet drifting into
a wispy non-existence, border the horizon while the moon hangs in her place
opposing the sun.
