Even with our eyes wide open we usually only see what our own mind’s busy monologue tells us to see. These eyes truly see. Which could also be called, ‘Just Seeing.’
Every moment we create our world by perceiving and, for lack of a better word, interpreting that perception. Seeing is believing, indeed.
It is said that a cloud never dies. The nature of a cloud is water. Which never changes. The cloud’s water may become rain and in turn a brook, a stream, an ocean. Or a glass of refreshment. But the cloud’s nature never dies.
A good friend imagined. Glimpsed. Three times, three different friends.
A Spring Night in Saigon. Early April is the hottest time of the year there. The lights of Saigon are bright in any season, of course.