Sometimes, and only sometimes do I think my imagination is more vivid, more exquisite than reality, beautiful things inspire me, they make my heart swell, make me content with all that I have. Beauty in people, ....often times, witnessing the exchange of energy between actions, words and feelings. I know that sometimes there's just ugliness, but if you look beyond the ugly, you see people in pain, carrying a burden that poisons their soul. It reminds me of fragility of spirit and that if consider that they carry sorrows of which I have no idea, I aspire to become a kinder, more compassionate person.
I imagine that mist raising off a river is a personal sign to welcome the newness of each day, I imagine that trails that I ride on anticipate my arrival and ready the air to caress my face and watch over my path. I imagine that animals can see beyond what their eyes tell them, the data they take in, they feel peoples intentions and react accordingly. I dream in color and vivid emotions saturate them. I would not change any of my imaginings into the harsh reality that people are guided by, as I believe the world and it's surroundings are much more exquisite when you look beyond.
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