I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed something with no other thoughts to interrupt it. I guess the last time would be as a child. As I passed my way through the school yard, I watched the children running after each other shouting with pure freedom. No other thoughts to intrude and spoil the moment but that of fun. One little girl drew my attention. She was stooped over a flower and seemed oblivious to those around her as if there was no need to whoop and run. She was fascinated by what was in front of her and that was all that mattered.
Her long blond hair fell in front of her face as she leaned over something. She was a tiny little thing wearing raggedy shorts and a bright purple t-shirt. As I walked around the school yard waiting for my own children, I wandered a little closer to the little girl to see what fascinated her so. A small insect was making its way up the green stem, slowly climbing its own Mount Everest. The girl watched as the bug progressed on its journey. She impatiently pushed her hair back when it fell forward almost knocking the bug off.