The little things

It doesn’t have to be the bizarre event that comes up in your day like a weasel popping its head out its hole,

The walk across a tightrope, wobbling from side to side 

Or it doesn’t have to be the golden ball of fire, tucking itself to bed with swooshing waves.

It could be the morning chatter with your sibling during breakfast, 

The sight of squawking seagulls, flapping through the frosty air

Or maybe it could be the first sip of water of the day, as fresh as a new born baby.

Be curious like a Blur fish,

What do you see? 

What do you hear?

What do you feel?

Just pay attention to the specks of dust,

Appreciate the small good things, don’t dust it away,

It’s there for a reason.