Just another day

...time for uni, bag, keys, wallet, phone, mp3...ok everything set....

I turned the brass handle of my front door and stepped out onto my porch, the cool air manisfested itself into a feather and tickled my nose. I surveyed the terracotta tiles expecting to see the miniscule ants struggling to carry grains ten times their size, yet today they were absent. Instead, I was suprised to see that the tiles sparkled under the light as if tiny gems were embedded in its surface. Yet they were not gems, merely waterdroplets nestled on the rough surface of the Earthern tiles accepting any scattered light that its misty cousins would donate and sending them off with brilliance.

There was something about mist that always enticed me, as if this were heaven on Earth. I loved the sensation, I loved how every breathe I took made me feel more alive. My eyelids dropped and I absorbed my surroundings, for an instant i was everything around me. I was the car choking to life, I was the chirping birds, I was the grass and the trees, but more importantly, I was me. By the time I opened my eyes I had somehow habitually navigated myself down the familiar slanted driveway and ended up casually leaning on the passenger side of my silver liftback yaris. I was mesmerised by something so simple, yet so perfect.

The tree stood boldly, like a drawing on a white canvas. A canvas of white mist that extended infinitely across the land. The trees balding branches pointed in awkward directions and its leaves hung limply threatening to join the gathering pile on the ground. The grass surrounding the tree resonated light from its beads of dew and shimmered in the cool breeze. I drove off and my head turned as if i was desperately trying to keep my field of view a still frame.

It amazes me how your perception of something cahnges depending on the situation. Its the same tree, just somehow that morning it was special.
When you look at the moon from Earth appears to be tiny, yet when you look at the Earth from the moon the Earth appears to be tiny.
Merely a perception.

Perhaps my life is merely a perception, I only wish that I too could be surrounded by mist and stand out boldly from my surroundings. For someone to notice me for who I am not what surrounds me.

=] ill be waiting.

Yours sincerely, no just yours.

Amen