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What is it about the "little things in life" that make them so special? I believe it is because they appeal to our senses rather than our brains. They bring texture to our lives.
On my way home from the local store to grab a Coke, I saw a man on the school playground with his two little girls. They were all laying on the ground, laughing. It made me smile to see a parent spending quality time with his kids. It was one of those little things that touched me but more importantly, will touch the lives of those kids. They will remember an adult who took the time to play and laugh with them.
And what about that Coke? I was thirsty and nothing else would do. I love the taste. I love the fizzy feel of it. It tastes good.
And speaking of taste--I have been watching what I eat lately. In attempting to lose some weight, I make a conscious effort to slow down when eating. What I've noticed is that I actually taste what I'm eating now. I notice that I actually don't like some things and savor others more. Why didn't I think of it sooner?
Yesterday, we had afternoon storms. The lightning show was amazing! Purples, pinks and blues lit up the sky. I was mesmerized and wanting more. When it came to an end, as all things do, there was another brilliant show. I was treated to a bright rainbow and a show of wind-swept clouds touched by the setting sun. The colors were vivid and the detail was something I lost myself in. Again, amazing!
What about sounds? I love music but my neighbor's taste clashes with mine. I call it "boom boom music" because it has the heavy bass that rattles my windows. Every one in awhile they will have friends over. When they do, the music is on and loud. Usually I chafe at the sound. One weekend last fall, they were taking advantage of the nice weather and had a group of people over. That day, rather than allowing myself to get angry or frustrated over it, I listened to the sounds behind the noise. I heard voices of people who enjoyed one another's company, sometimes a murmur, other times louder as one would tell a story or joke. And I heard laughter. That is a sound that always makes me smile. It means people are happy. I decided that day that, hey, they should be allowed their fun. It is not hurting me in any way other than a small annoyance. And I like to hear their laughter.
Little things mean a lot to me. I revel in the bloom of a flower, the velvet of a rose petal, the song of the mockingbird in my apple tree. I marvel at storms, snow and ice, trees dancing in the wind. I applaud the sounds of laughter, music and thunder. Opening my senses to things I might otherwise have missed has enriched my world and given me material as a writer.
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