From the fall
One by one they drip to the ground, as if by some silent agreement they decided it needed a blanket, a layer of warmth. Without hesitation, they give up their lives for this common goal.
Others look down jealously, knowing their duty, but as yet unable to fulfill it. Resentment for their parent grows and grows, until the parent can stand it no longer. Grips loosened and then released. Sorrow reigns while much sought after independence is achieved.
She passes by and observes it in an instant. Not the process but the product. She is possessed by the moment. It is simple, it is destiny, it is beautiful. She smiles because she knows this, and she smiles because she doesn’t know so much.
Right then it doesn’t matter. She is in a bubble of vision and sound and thought. Sound that creates a mood and a sort of silence in which she can think more clearly, perceive more fully. It is always like this, but she forgets. Every time, every day.
