It’s an a amazing mode of conscience to have a small part of you spirit awakened, to esoteric beauty. To sit on your steps in early morning, and listen to birds singing. Sun on your face, and steam rising off a fresh mug of coffee. To just enjoy the moment. Yet, feel the movement of all the life around you. The ebb of energies. This cycle though, is not in the forefront of your consciousness. You just sit and feel the stillness. Relish the occasion. Feel life.

The smell of rain.

Melting snow.

A dog, catching a stick.

The sound of laughter.

The ripples on a lake when your first cast of the day, breaks the shimmering surface.

Unfortunately some people lack the depth, to truly appreciate stillness. Some minds, are always racing. Scheming. A constant chatter, that never dissipates.

Static.

Forlorn this is, and inexplicable. Unfortunate actually.

Beauty is : “In the eye of the beholder”.

And the beauty of stillness, is far too, unappreciated.