Stop, Observe
Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me.
Through the window, a squirrel nibbled
on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning
illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above,
a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else.
Stop, Observe
Air as dense as wet cotton awoke me.
Through the window, a squirrel nibbled
on palm fruit, the fragile rays of morning
illuminating inquisitive eyes. Far above,
a jet full of travelers hurried to somewhere else.
Charlotte Hamrick 
in class this week we are studying “determined noticing.” I would say that you have determinedly noticed here. I love the jet plane thing – I always wonder at the people I will never meet who fly over me all the time (seems I always live next to some kind of airport).
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Sounds like an interesting class. I wonder about the travelers flying overhead, too. 😊
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I was there with you, mindful of every detail. So love the nibbling squirrel.
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I love watching the squirrels. We have a lot!
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