It seems complete and yet excludes everything you know.

God sees categories differently, or not at all.

Accept all noise as music. Accept all music as noise.

Looking across the park, not only seeing the different colors of the trees, but feeling the different tree textures of needles and leaves, running a mental hand across the landscape.

A picture drawn by a child of a man walking a dog is scooting down the street, pushed by the breeze.

He was sitting at the bus stop quietly practicing drumming with real wooden drumsticks and an air drum.

Something about the way the hot pink bandaid was carefully stuck diagonally in the corner of the sidewalk square made me think it was a bandaid for the whole planet.

He's up early, detailing the sidewalk.

Mammals with many interests are less inclined to fight.

The man riding a skateboard and carrying a bouquet of tigerlilies stopped to let me go by.

The shadow of the tree is climbing up the garage door at sunset.