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I sat outside on my deck and looked out to the clear view of the sky.
In the few minutes I was outside, I noticed the sky, but I never truly observed it.
From the shades of azure, yellow and oranges plastered everywhere, came suddenly wash of grey and dark blues.
But, how did I not see the transition of sky?
I came to realize that, as humans we only notice the large or perhaps the large changes in one another.
If we stop, and pause to ponder for a moment, bothering to notice the minuscule ones; the ones that just pass so fast by our eyes, as if they were never there.
For example, the colours in the sky at first glance I looked and saw a melange of different shades of blues and reds.
The moment I looked away, even for a mere second, the sky right under my eyes had become something utterly different.
We never do realize these little things in one another, as a consequence in the end they are most prevalent and also we yearn for the most.
We come to terms that these small things are what make life; the things that we so often lose.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2014
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