The robust clouds, shaded with gray, move across the sky in unified fashion, like a choreographed dance of a stage chorus. The sun is so bright the beam between the  windows is a welcome obstruction from the blinding rays. A bird sits like a soldier on duty, upon the rooftop across the street; a witness to this production that seems orderly and of no concern.  Yet, this is a lovely display of pageantry easily missed. The only way to see the movement is to sit completely still.  In life, we are so often occupied with activity, that we miss the meaningful changes that only quiet contemplation has eyes to perceive. 

What might you be missing in the rush of the day? What would getting completely still open up for you?