The beholder

My eyes worked well this week. I have seen a great number of things that have affected me. I could often be accused of walking through the world seeing nothing. This is especially ture when in busy environs. I usually ignore the seething mass of humanity and retreat to familiar ports nestled on safe neural ocean currents.

Observed;

A man kisses a woman roughly before she jumps on a bus. She pushes hastily until she is at the rear window. They watch each other with small smiles until the bus is out of sight.

A small child convinces both mother and father to swing on the monkey-bars in a park full of people. The whole park smiles readily.

A girl in pain reaches deep inside to find a voice she thought she has lost. She sings through and with the ache and finds sounds of deepest mahogany.

He comes in to kiss her forehead lightly every morning. She has only just realised, as he is careful to be silent.

A cat attempts to figure out why humans play pianos and sets her little paws to keys, bottom to stool watching carefully and imitating.

A magpie stands over the body of a fallen mate and makes a sound both terrible and beautiful.

Weary adults become children splashing down a riverbed and walking gleefully through mud in the autumn sun.

An elderly gentleman complete with straw boater and vest imparts gentle wisdom to a rough young woman who has not uttered a sentence without swearing. They laugh like old companions.

A woman finds an old love letter and is surprised by misty eyes as she sips her tea and time folds in on itself.

A spotty teenaged boy folds his umbrella in the rain and allows himself to be rained upon. He squints upward with a little smile.

An aging teacher arrives home and thinking himself unobserved talks to his cat about school matters.

This week the seething masses have been interesting.