Everything is extraordinarily clear. I see the whole landscape before me. I see my hands, my feet, my toes and I smell the rich river mud. I feel a tremendous strangeness and wonder at being alive. Wonder of wonders! This enlightenment is the nature of all people but, they are unhappy for the lack of it.
I adore this tremendous strangeness. Really. Never a dull moment if one engages that sense of wonderment:
A silver beach ball rolling down the highway.
The expansion of a hairline crack in my windshield.
The faded edges of a woman's lips.
Observable simplicity. Grin. And more, from elsewhere, courtesy of my enabling lens:
