Daily habitual transition from one point to another, at everything we can confirm.

Nevertheless, not sufficient capablly at sustaining echolocation like bats.

Only notionally comprehensive cognitive sensing dominating our reality just lazily runs in only catching any index.

However, our reality makes us aware of own dormant to seasonal changeg slowly made in current anytime suddenly awakened.

our daily consciousness is easily drifting on gloomy coma.
That'd be irregularly bound our socially positioned membership abiding duty.

No specific touched sensing around being heard assorted information.

Mind goes around multi colored merry-go-round in everlastingly running downdraft.

Each flower heyday exactly watched by me in accidentally coming across on the street, from April, cherry to dogwood, into rose in May, run out of kept energy in just moving around whole world in transmission and busy locomotion looks over all these swtiching moment.

Subconcsious option prior to get clear consciousness gives us some censorship to our emotion. The reality makes our mind glaze in easily passing through every site's own feature.

Just at that running, one clap near my ears awakes my nitice up to that direction.
That was the sound of a business person's shoes rustling. I was awaked at being the square in front of the station.

Cotton wool visually tasty whitened tone clouds diffusing transition naturally calls pipers into that field.

Occasionally made windy air's blow maks my left cheek tangible in recollection to one past night's rubbing sensing mutually heard the tip sound.
But that recollective sensing abruptly disappeared from my brain catching into another association around next mission for me.

Not yet pleasant gust midst spring felt to my roaming vicinity around my work.

(Irregularly to be continued)

Apr. 25th.    2022