The noise goes away, or I start to lose attention on those noise. Children are laughing, parents are talking, and cars are passing....They all fade away.
Clouds are moving, as I stare at them, big and white, quiet and fast. It must be wind pushing them behind. It reminds me of time, second hand on the clock.
Nobody else watches the sky as I do.
Clouds moves away, leaving large space for blue, pure blue. I can hear the voice coming from my body, the sound of breath.
I watch the sky as if it will not be there again tomorrow.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
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2 comments:
You are a very sensible person. But I also feel the same sometimes.
weiguo
I prefer to think our attentions are limited, when you pay attention to somewhere you pay less elsewhere.:)
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