Most of the time, I don't know why something catches my attention.

​I just know that it does.

 

A raspberry wrapped in a leaf, passing from one hand to another.

A childhood balloon in a closet that mysteriously refuses to deflate.

A falcon no one else seems to see.

The sound of paper.

A fly that turns into a question.

 

​If I stay with it long enough, sometimes a door opens into​

love

or loss
or wonder
or the stories we tell ourselves about who we are

and the ordinary moments that can reveal the most about our lives.

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I don’t pretend to understand.

I only claim to notice.​

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