The beauty of a woman as she walks down the aisle of a grocery store, oblivious to herself and the impact she has on the people she sees every day. People see her, and they look interested - expectant, even - as she pays for her groceries and checks out books for her child. People see her, but they don’t see through her. She is opaque. She could be anyone; a poster child for anything.
The twist of a person’s hips as they masquerade as a flower, limbs twining as stems and leaves flutter upon their fingertips. Their face is framed by fabric petals and they bring a chill to the man’s nerve endings as he follows the flowerperson down the shoreline. The flowerperson makes everyone gasp - not in alarm but with delight as they make footprints in the wet, ruddy sand.
Another woman, much older than the first, exits a movie theatre hunched over alongside her friend. Both women wear their hair short and grey and their utilitarian clothing without pretense. They walk closely side-by-side towards a powder blue VW Beetle. The tall woman, back permanently curved, stops and bends down even further to reach into her large shoulder bag in search of her keys. Both women are smiling, not at one another but at the recollection of the film they’ve just seen.
A brown-haired child takes his first few hundred steps in shoes he has chosen and an identity he himself has defined, making mud cakes with his school friend under the heat lamp that is the late summer sun.
The hesitation-tinged-determination of a pair of tawny autumn fawns as they make eye contact with the driver of a slow-moving pale pink sedan. The too-shiny custom paint job of the car belies its age, but bits of rust visible above the back wheel wells give one a hint that this car has seen better days…
The pair of deer cross the road carefully - jauntily, even - but only because that is their nature. They gallop across a straw-coloured field and head directly inside a dilapidated barn, where contraband deer feed surely awaits their hungry eyes.
The bright blue mohair-headed driver of the too-shiny sedan watches the deer enter their hideout as they listen to two people argue on the radio about the biggest war that rages in a not-so-far-away land. The driver fails to let go of the brake and start driving again as they experience the cognitive dissonance of this cerulean blue sky day and healthy deer and the crow cawing on the lamp-post as wars rage wildly and humans become statistics, or more accurately: impetus for mass awakening.