symphony

When I go for a drive and watch the cars go past or while I'm shopping or whenever I'm in the midst of many people, I stop and think just how many lives are being lived. It's a pleasant buzz of thinking, talking, doing. The details are inconsequential; it's the living I'm amazed at. The spheres of life moving through, past, bumping into one another almost need it's own symphony. The music it would make would be a syncronized mess of sound... almost like the horns of a downtown bustling city with the quiet woodwind busy-ness of a small town and then the quiet strings of the rural countryside. Not to forget the undergrowing tympany of the earth.