Of Sights and Sounds..

On one boring day, (one of the many odd boring days that I had the pleasure of enjoying) having time to kill, I found even the softest of sounds..even the merest of sights..appealing to me..

Had never stopped to wonder how much the sound of footsteps on dry leaves fascinates me..the rustling of leaves in the wind..the sound of an enfield cruising by..

the sound of your favorite song playing across the corner..the sound of an airplane or a helicopter..that instantly makes you look up..the sound of your cellphone ringing when you are expecting a call..the sound of distant..rumbling clouds..the sound of the rain against your window..the sound of galloping horses ( yeah..don’t get to hear that often..)

the sound of the guitar being strummed (yes..it was Les Paul’s b’day yesterday..) the uncorking of a bottle..the boiling over of milk..the flapping of pages in the wind..( some books get opened only that way :P ) the splashing of water..

The list seems endless..but what nature enables us to see, too, is equally enchanting..

The sight of the setting sun..the rush of waves towards you on the beach (did I mention waves in the sounds?? )

a baby smiling at you..

great dancers on the floor..

a flock of birds flying in a formation (and you have no clue how they maintain it and why) the rains splashing..and the trees swaying happily..

the sight of good food ( a yummy dessert maybe? ) the sight of wispy clouds whooshing by.. a shooting star..the starry nights on a cloudless day..the crescent moon..that stays on only for a few minutes..

One could go on and on..but..how often do we actually sit down to enjoy what we really like?

Was this post about time to see and hear of all this..or the lack of it? No clue..