I sit on the veranda,
Un-noticed.
Adults
are awake,
admiring the dark water.
No one looks up.
A child, five or six, would see me,
older folk are mostly fixed on the ground,
watching for hazards,
lost in thought,
Inside their heads;
Not where the beauty is revealed.
Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion) 
True! True!
Learning to look up!
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