Street Side Sentiments

There's something about street side seating. Even from the inside, at a table near the window, now raised leaving a large open space. Air flowing. Voices carrying. I'm right up against the city streets. A part of the action.

My eyes follow their steps, their gaze, their gestures. For a moment, I can step into their stories, the passerby's. The movement is refreshing. My eyes, liberated from the screens, rest at ease, fixed only on space, object, and light. The shops, restaurants, bars and even cars are signs of life. Reminders of our nature.

We are not meant to be stationary, stuck or trapped. In our environment or by our circumstances.

We were created to move.

In power and grace, impact and ease.

To fly, adventure, roam and be.

But never to suffocate in stillness.

Only to breathe easy, constantly moving in a steady flow forward.

You don't  catch your dreams sitting down. Like fireflies, they're flying fast in front of you. You must chase after them. Completely prepared, expecting to receive them.

So get up, grab your mason jar, and go after 'em.

You want to be one of them? Strolling by with a skip in your step?

Leave the street side table.

Get up.

And get on the street.