Does anyone notice?
There is this cornfield outside of my townhouse. My bedroom window looks directly down on it. When I first moved in, all of the stalks were beautiful and tall. They were so green and fruitful. And, in the sunlight, it shined so brightly we'd have to close the shades in the kitchen. That field is still beautiful, but in a different sort of way. Its drooping slightly and wheat colored, with a few specs of green. All of the cobs have dropped off of it. Its odd to watch that passage of time. To see that simple, but living none the less, being changing and aging. It seemed to happen so quickly as well, without any warning. And when I looked outside, its all I can see. Miles of cornfield and a road running through it. An impossibly vast, yet subtle reminder to stop, or atleast slow down. I know this seems like an odd thing to write an entry about, but there is more here than is being said.