Everybody's Waiting For Me To Arrive

5 quick things I like about the view right now:

1) The Trees: They have been there before me. They have been the constants in my life. Many have grown up with me. They teach me about nature and her ways: new leaflets always grow toward the top or the periphery. The sun's full energy concentrates on them. The freshest rain molecules greet them. Taking care of newborns is a basic instinct in all life forms. We, the most progressed of life have made it optional. Babies are thrown away like garbage, cared according to their gender and left at the behest of maids, baby-sitters and PSPs.

2) My Piece Of Sky: It is not much, but it is enough. The rest is obscured by trees that are also maturing into adults like me.
I saw a little bird at sundown. While all the other birds were making their circadian trips back to tree-homes, this lil punk was flitting about in random irregular spirals. Its wings flapped like they were still learning to fly. But the birdie was relentless. Sometimes soaring, otherwise doing air-pirouettes, it stayed aloft throughout. The crescent moon had just risen and the bird seemed to do a little revel-dance performance. The sun had its breath ready to be held under water, but the bird was not afraid of the darkness. In my open window, I sat quietly formulating sentences about the chidai, while a medicine exam awaits my absent memory in a week. Maybe it too, like me was on impulse or brimming impatience waiting for calamity to befall him because he dared to stand and stare.

3) People: Of all kinds: those that are thinking about work, those that are working, those that want to lose weight to gain a narrower perspective along with narrow hips, those that are looking for words to fill the silences so that they don't have stop to breathe, those that carry the source of the sunset within them, those that are going to have to fend for themselves, those that are hungry, those that are angry, those that are...other people.

4) The Center Of The Earth: The sky from my perspective, I realise is ever moving. I have seen all of the sky. Every space that passed around the world, over events, people, and time, has passed over my head too. The earth I stand on has remained unmoving. My values, my thoughts, my principles will always be the ground beneath my feet even though the sky over me may slide by. I feel like I have a centre of gravity now, something that holds me down. I know I am not hollow within. What ever I have gained has filled up parts within me and what I have lost is still mine in the only way it ever was. I don't feel light and I know I won't float away. I feel fine.

5) Memories And Music: The cotton tree in the distance sent cotton seeds riding on fluff in the summer wind to an 11 year-old me. It told me that soft beds were a privilege and not a metaphor for life, but I had the latent capacity of a warm hug within me.