This morning i awoke, and saw a strange thing in a room adjoining the one where I slept. Something white, partially obscured by the doorway, was flashing on and off, like the top of a police car, only more orangish than red. There was nothing in that room that could do that, so I lay there, watching and waiting. It finally stopped, and then the light dawned on me. Literally. A window in that room, out of sight altogether, was letting in a lone, low ray of the south-east-rising sun, which found a pathway from its source, through a gap in the leafless trees on a ridge south of my house, and then, when the local morning commuter train went by, flickered a rosy strobe until the train passed.
Magic in the morning. La vie en rose.
Then, later, on my way to that same commuter train, I passed a sewer cover with some lettering that I read as "DANCER", as I walked by, until my subconscious let in the other word that had been below it - which was "sewer". And then the little grey cells started to work, reasoning that what I had really seen was the word "DANGER" etched in the metal. Another 'coo-coo' perception of my mind, but I say thanks, and I'll keep my viewpoint. It's rather fun.
May we all see a dancer rather than danger as we walk our days, and light alternating with movement as we awaken.
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