The Observer

On some days, I see a little girl in the house opposite to mine, looking up at the Sky. Soft pink hands rest lightly on dark railing of the old deck, while a half dreamy smile sits on her lips.

Motionless she observes the sky, as if at one with its vastness. Her breaths are slow…deep… meditative.

Nothing disturbs her. Not cars…nor the people. Not even flapping of Siberian birds returning to the lake.

Around that time, The Sun comes knocking at homes and enters through cracks, holes and half drawn blinds. It waits in empty houses like an unwelcome guest as people rush out in the morning hour.

Nobody greets or smiles at Him. They are all on the run to the next moment. Except, of course, that little observer!

She tilts up her bonnie face a little more on seeing Him, her smile widens and brown eyes twinkle. Happily, the dear sweet Sun covers her in a soft, golden embrace.

Around them, the world moves on at a hectic pace, cars zoom, planes fly… but the ‘still’ little observer has eyes only for the sky!

She deeply calms me, that little girl, she is so much at one with the infinity. So still, so calm, so mindful, so precious… I smile too as I observe the observer, observing nothing and… everything!

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10 thoughts on “The Observer

  1. Beautiful write 👌 as always. It’s always a pleasure to read your work…

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