Was thinking, what is the most beautiful thing you have seen? Me, am forced to pick out a slate fragment from my memory, of one of my long trips. I was on this bus and fond my self sitting next to a young beautiful lady. She looked too young to be a parent but was with a child about 6 or 7 years and this kid sat between us so i assumed the young gal must be a sister or relative, not her daughter.
As i tried to look at her waiting for her to give me the look so i could get my advance on, i noticed some thing interesting, without paying attention to the discomfort of having to sit with two people on sits limited to two passengers, the young gal had started dozing as soon as she could.
It was in the morning so i assumed they woke up early for the bus, perhaps it explains the dozing,she didn't get enough sleep the previous night but as she continued, i noticed a battle; between her eyes that simply wished to be shut verses her instinct that probably reminded her some were that she should keep awake so as not to annoy her sister.
I was so engaged, i couldn't look away, i wanted to find out who the victor would be, what would happen and as the battle reached it's limit; she slowly danced to and fro like she was being blown by a swift wind from left to right, like she was made of soft threads and could fold in any direction she saw fit and as she slowly fell upon my shoulder leaning slowly,not pressing hard, she fell away toward her sister and asher eyes kept half closing and half opening, i thought i could see sleep it self, alive and animating her body like she was an avatar and sleep it self was her life support. I was about to get my prize, the opportunity to find out who the victor is, i caught her sister looked at me softly with watery eyes,"she has been through a lot,"she said.
Most five year olds have toys to play with, go to school, have friends and a father to support them she claimed. As a tear rolled down her smooth chick, i looked at her, eyes so soft, face so beautiful and before i could ask whether she was the mother, she looked away, in confusion, puzzled, as if stunned. She couldn't understand so she asked me how a stranger would look kindly at another stranger, how he would be so interested in a young gal he didn't know while her own father didn't care.
You see earlier that morning as we sat reached our sits, i had kindly greeted the lady and the gal as they sat and so it seem i was a humble, understanding neighbour, one she could talk to so as she told me about their adventures. I listened and later fond out she had no job, no husband and the gal was her second child and i was glad i didn't get involved in the beginning like i had planned.
Point is Emotions, sleep, things that are not tangible, these are the most beautiful things i have ever seen, how about you?
As i tried to look at her waiting for her to give me the look so i could get my advance on, i noticed some thing interesting, without paying attention to the discomfort of having to sit with two people on sits limited to two passengers, the young gal had started dozing as soon as she could.
It was in the morning so i assumed they woke up early for the bus, perhaps it explains the dozing,she didn't get enough sleep the previous night but as she continued, i noticed a battle; between her eyes that simply wished to be shut verses her instinct that probably reminded her some were that she should keep awake so as not to annoy her sister.
I was so engaged, i couldn't look away, i wanted to find out who the victor would be, what would happen and as the battle reached it's limit; she slowly danced to and fro like she was being blown by a swift wind from left to right, like she was made of soft threads and could fold in any direction she saw fit and as she slowly fell upon my shoulder leaning slowly,not pressing hard, she fell away toward her sister and asher eyes kept half closing and half opening, i thought i could see sleep it self, alive and animating her body like she was an avatar and sleep it self was her life support. I was about to get my prize, the opportunity to find out who the victor is, i caught her sister looked at me softly with watery eyes,"she has been through a lot,"she said.
Most five year olds have toys to play with, go to school, have friends and a father to support them she claimed. As a tear rolled down her smooth chick, i looked at her, eyes so soft, face so beautiful and before i could ask whether she was the mother, she looked away, in confusion, puzzled, as if stunned. She couldn't understand so she asked me how a stranger would look kindly at another stranger, how he would be so interested in a young gal he didn't know while her own father didn't care.
You see earlier that morning as we sat reached our sits, i had kindly greeted the lady and the gal as they sat and so it seem i was a humble, understanding neighbour, one she could talk to so as she told me about their adventures. I listened and later fond out she had no job, no husband and the gal was her second child and i was glad i didn't get involved in the beginning like i had planned.
Point is Emotions, sleep, things that are not tangible, these are the most beautiful things i have ever seen, how about you?
