Wonder

Humans seem to be to only creatures who grow bored.
Time passes, seasons change, and stars are born.
It's just another star.
Just another day. The world is recreated with each passing moment, becoming the present every time the future edges nearer and what happens transitions to the past.
It did so yesterday, and today.
How dull.

When did we learn cynicism? Is it a defense against the amazement that should be there?

It's considered odd to dance and run through the rain, to jump in puddles; what matter the immediate joy?
We've been taught to think ahead: after you're in the rain, you'll be wet, and cold, and maybe ill.

Lay on the ground looking up at night, and see flakes of snow spiral down.
They say each one is different, but even if they're the same, they're pretty, and dizzying as they spiral downwards.

Stand, and crane your neck back, and throw out your arms, spinning against the rotation of the earth to make the moment last a little longer.

In a windstorm, run straight into the wind, and laugh.
Laugh with the excitement of being surrounded by a force you can't really understand, because you don't care that it's just hot air, and cold air, and pressure. Laugh because you don't know where it's going, but you know it's there, and because, for a moment, you're a part of it.
That's what love is, I've heard.

I know it sounds absurd to enjoy falling into a swamp, and being covered, fully clothed, in cold, muddy swamp water, and swimming to the nearest patch of marsh-grass. It's not the falling that's so much fun, it's the knowledge, through pure feeling, that you're really alive.

One of the best moments I've had was at an outdoor concert where it started to rain. As everyone else got up to leave, I leaned way back where I was, sitting on the edge of a fountain in the rain, juggling, and I didn't care where the balls landed. Up above, soap bubbles danced through the raindrops and popped, one by one.

I guess I'm a little naive, but perhaps that's a good thing.
It would be a terrible thing, I think, to lose a sense of wonder, lest life grow dull.