Interest

A droplet just one among many, clinging as though the leaves of the pine give life to the droplets.  Each drop sparkling with a life of its own like Christmas ornaments hung on a tree. The ambient light, the reflected light, all bouncing off the surface of each drop, and while the scene behind is being distorted, refracted, squeezing our perspective of the reality just on the other side.

Our view of the world is often out of focus, squeezed, we quickly take notice of that which is just in front of our nose.  I think we miss the happenings, glimmers of light bouncing all around us.  What will we choose to focus our attention on?