Which Means...

Most of the time, I hear people, because i don't talk much, it gives lots of time to listen. They will see the same thing I do. An among of red leaves at the foot of a tree trunk. They will say, it has got that shape, and that color. I will think, it is change, it is new, it will pass, and come again, and it is beautiful. Life is beautiful. Just because of some leaves I saw, one afternoon, walking downtown. And it's like that for me, everyday, for eveyrything. Maybe that's why I can't be unhappy. Down, sad, yes, like you, but unhappy, no. Never.

All these colors, most see just as colors, I see them as, "magic". It can be transcending, a unique moment, that I want to enjoy, and make mine, to the end of time. And if shared with someone who sees the same, at the same moment, what else?