This lonely planet turning and turning. Each moment passing. People being everywhere yet asleep. First kisses happening all the time. Babies being born, loved ones dying. And the world turns silently here in space with a solitary moon lurking. Minutes pass into hours. Months turn to years and still this world turns. This blue planet. Time passing.

We, all of us, move without really knowing. With only a distant hint of being aware. Yet, from time to time a few of us sit and think about as much as we can from a distance. Protected by imagination and clouded dreams. I can see that small tree growing. Remote. Silent. The sun feeding it life, the earth holding it’s root. I can sense that water moving deeply after it rains. Right now there is a child whose imagination surrounds them and makes a world of play. A stone falls after waiting for three thousand years. Nobody notices.

The magic seen in this world trough the eyes of children is never ending. It just… fades. Right now there is a human sitting on a beach somewhere looking up and wondering how does all this work. Those stars, this surging water, those clouds. I can feel my heart beating within me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in..

Through these eyes, the magic of what’s around me flows, passes, and turns. Day after night this world passes by me. I am part of this. I am moving too. Just sitting in the woods watching things move at a pace most of us would call foreign. Steam rising. We struggle to even see the pace of the world around us. But once when we were smaller, somehow closer to the surface, we watched intently at the pace of the snail moving. The slow movement of wind in trees. The epic journey of an ant. We knew the small things. We became friends.

Clouds mixing and turning above. We laid back and watched the passing show. Piecing together fragments of what we knew of the world in the drifting puzzles of mist and vapor above. We rolled onto our stomachs and breathed in the smell of grass, ocean, pine… and we were part of this passing, turning world.

What is it we’re after that caused this race. This waking sleep so many wander around in. Moving without recognizing the small of the world we once knew so well.

I can feel my small self. I remember running as fast as I could and knew that I was on the verge of super hero speed. If only I could shed this me and travel like wind. I remember grabbing the grass, digging my fingers in, and holding on as the world sped through space.. There is no up, no down. This planet hangs in space. Just lay down, hang on and feel the ride as this whole thing hurtles through space. This planet is moving at 30Km per second through space.. now that’s a ride only a kid could feel.

This lonely planet moves. Turns. I am here. I am aware. I saw it happen for a while.