The Art of Pt. 1: Noticing

a bird sits upon the silence of dawn,

Its colorful wings, like a brushstroke

on the sky's pale canvas.

across the stream,

i bend down to trace,

the spiral of the snail across the path

seeing it in its slow insistence,

a lesson no clock can teach.

The art of noticing is quiet.

the kind that lives in life’s pauses.

the kind that hums beneath the silence

not of absence, but of arrival.

holding still,

without meaning to,

your body remembers

how to listen.

a bird shadow flapping its wings

across the sidewalk.

a girl picking a dandelion in a field of weeds.

There is an art of noticing

not something loud,

but the slow unfolding

of the world

when you stop tugging

at your own.

You feel everything.

all of it.

the rustle of leaves,

the sound of the wind,

the laughter

of people who hide their sorrow.

the way two people

who are strangers

look up

at the same sky,

and for a moment

share it.

an art of noticing

not just the beauty of nature

but the soft edges of people

their weathered roots,

their beautiful absolutes.

the sound

not echoes,

but full,

like the way your breath

lands against my neck,

when you forget

you are breathing.

art of noticing,

how moments fade

faster than the memories are made.

how a glance lingers

longer than words,

a body of water

the reflection of birds.

noticing

not what is there forever,

but to marvel at what appears

and know it could not exist

without this moment.

to notice is to watch time dissolve

let it matter.

to notice

the way someone trembles or softens.

the way a bee moves around a flower,

to love with all the cautions.

noticing is where love begins.

noticing is how grief heals.

noticing is how curiosity grows

after the time froze.

don’t capture it

just witness this.

this moment

this life.

as a reminder

to let it in,

and to see it all fully.

The lines on a palm

that tell a story.

The cracks on the sidewalk

filled with brown or green.

The clouds changing

while we do too

underneath them.

the gaze of understanding

another.

the ability to notice

and see it all,

without flinching.

that is what it becomes.

not just the art

not even the noticing,

just

see.

Cover photo credits