the best thing about walking through a crowd is the variety.Â to know all of their stories would be too much, we only see pieces of the parts of the person that they are.
humans are so strange.Â we are laughing and shouting and listening and waiting.Â we chase our children as they scramble unsteadily, praying that they are not preyed upon.Â we are consumed with ourselves and keep consuming.Â we give more of ourselves, take without thinking or asking.
we taste the wonderful things like…ice cream, sharp cheddar cheese, chocolate chip cookies with just the right amount of chocolate chips, homemade chicken rice soup, sugar snap peas, watermelon, and home fries.
an infant is comforted, a grandmother grasps her grandchild’s hand to be steady, a husband and wife learn to love and be everything that they are.Â our friends surround us, make us smile when everything is going wrong.
music surrounds us, fills our bones and moves our feet.Â tears fall on the perfect notes, we cringe on the sour ones but that is music too.
feet on the grass, eyes to the sky, the wind is just right and we smile into the sun.
out in the wide wide world the barbs and stones are thrown, out there we are just little sparks seeking the Light, little souls in an infinite set of worlds.
this is life, and it is wonderful.