the mundane the everyday

There are moments in the day when small signs compile for the viewing pleasure of those who enjoy the mundane, the everyday. Some moments last only for a second, sharp and penetrating. Others may last forever in the mind only momentarily. It could be moments are more than simple signs. They could be a conglomerate of actions and reactions of ordinary people; each one of us in our worlds' together operating in a drone like togetherness that shifts and curves like a river ever changing. It may be argued that within our selves lies the capacity to see things, specific things occurring out in the open; things we see, hear, feel or touch. Maybe not. Maybe we feel something that changes our frame, giving us a different lens that operates only temporarily and just long enough to see what needs to be seen and feel what needs to be felt. We may choose to set these thoughts aside and remain vigilant, unabaded, and seemingly strong. We may not. LLc 98.2