to notice
our lives broaden or shrink based on what we notice and what we overlook. purposefully or not. because we often find what we look for. life comes down to noticing. having eyes to see. the light on the bare branches outside my window. the shadows falling across the floor. book bindings caught in sunbeams. the scent of a candle picked out especially for me by my son. a song that transports me back to a loss that still haunts me today. i cannot hear it without growing somber. because some things transport you. immediately the world transforms to a different time. my coffee turns tepid as i try to pause the wheels in my head long enough to catch a thought. it's strange to think how quickly zeroing in on a scent or a song or a taste triggers a specific moment. have i become blind to what i could see? or have i just stopped looking? have i lost myself? or is this what it...
