Nope, that's all

I just had one of those really odd memories.

Just form when I was little, I remember watching my Mom fold laundry. I was amazed at how she always made them so perfect looking, nice and neat little rectangles for shirts and such. I tried to do it, but I was clumsy and couldn’t, so I gave up.

I guess there’s a connection, I’m doing my laundry now, folding stuff, thinking about how I still can’t make it look as nice as my Mom does.

I guess it comes with years of practice.

What I’m trying to get at is, I was amazed by someone folding laundry.

I miss that childish sense of wonder, or being amazed by just life.
By the sun and the trees.
That still happens for me I guess, I’ll be walking somewhere, and for one split second, awe washing over me, as I realize where I am, and what it really looks like, not just that, but the smells, and the sounds. And I try to figure out how to fit in, and then I realize, I’m over thinking that childish awe.
I don’t need a reason to take it all in, I just need to take it all in.