Reflection is often a forgotten thing. Just imagine the Sunday morning light entering your shutters as you wake up to the heat of the sun on your face. As your bones wake up you head onto the days task, which are usually none. In this period of partial grogginess there is a mode of reflection taking place. It is not dwelling but thinking things through. The basking sun reflects onto a face as confrontation takes place. It is not quite clear which kind. As a head tilts slightly right the confrontation invests time into the person looking, with no intention to see them.
They avoid eye contact.
Delicate arms dangle. The sun gently shines on the right side of the hand, dancing across her skin. A hand lies elevated but gently sleeping.
Time of reflection does not always have a time frame, it is a state you can drift in and out of. As eyes tire the body settles down but the mind is at work. <i>It rarely sleeps</i>. Working overtime the physical and emotional reactions to life show their mark on the newly made adults, venturing into something with no real path. There are no certainties. And upon the silent cogs turning the churning of new possibilities and ideas are the product of such thought. Free to roam with a clear mind and a short list.
Adulthood is confronted in many aspects of our lives. The notion of caring for another is daunting. Hands gently tuck the hair around the ear of a sibling or daughter.
The cycle of living keeps going and the physical, emotional and social changes as we experience things rapidly change from day to day. Nothing is ever the same given a different day. You may improve or decline but something always alters itself.
All of this is well and good but the integral sensation of caring and loving runs throughout the ideas. And the underlying fact that we live, experience, progress, digress, whatever, we are always evolving in some form.