Do you sometimes wonder how the world looks through the eyes of another being? The perspectives could be quite surprising. One day, a squirrel may sit in his tree, look out at the city and wonder: why do these humans make everything straight, square and grey?
Through a Bookshelf.
I loved to peek at the common and bleak through little cracks and holes. How the timid glances I stole made the ordinary seem fancy and new! I looked through the holes – but I never climbed through.
4293.
Even now, I sometimes find myself back in the street, in front of the house where she used to live. How many years have passed since I saw that door open and her smile beam at me from the other side? I wonder where she is now. If she ever forgot. If she sometimes wonders how scenes from our lives become unreal, only to spring back to colour and vibrance in one small moment.
Café.
There’s a world rushing by outside these windows, its unflinching movements reflecting in the glass. But sometimes, you still find yourself sitting inside, shielded, and still bathed in the sunlight that streams in from the outside. A calm cup of tea establishes another, more sensual and nuanced world.
Street Window.
And we must realize that there can be only one life. Reflections show us the world as we may perceive it if we stay long enough to dare another perspective. The same street looks unknown when seen in a mirror, and you imagine how it could look beyond that corner, the one you can’t quite glance as you look into the glass. In this life, then, you eventually move on, but perhaps you take something away from that moment.
Figures.
The guardian was fast asleep. Sneaking past him was child’s play, so much easier than they had ever hoped for. Reassured, they boldly stepped forward. They felt mere inches away from their final sucess, and the excitement pounded in their chests. Just a few more steps.
Cake.
And there it was. Waiting for me. I just sat there and looked at it. Sometimes we deliberately prolong the appetite, just to enjoy it some more.
Lone Spice.
I imagine somebody stealing these spice shakers and taking them on a trip around the world. What an adventure.