By which I mean raindrops on a window.

By which I mean I was thinking of someone this morning who is searching for something meaningful in their world. No one knows exactly what the someone means by meaningful, including the someone, which is a big part of the problem. The other problem is that they keep looking past things, past the conversation they’re having or the dishes they’re washing, the laundry they’re sorting, the trees to the right as they walk to the corner, a yellow fence with chipped paint to the left, raindrops on the window.

By which I mean they seem focused only on things they have to do AFTER the dishes, WHEN they get to the corner.

By which I mean that even when they get to the corner they’re already focused on things to do beyond it.

By which I mean they seem out of sync with their own world.

By which I mean no wonder they’re searching.

By which I mean I would so love for them to sit and watch raindrops.

As a start.

By which I mean but all I can do is watch raindrops myself and tell them what I see or write it or sing it or paint or dance or sculpt it.

By which I mean… this.

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