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i love to sit on the porch in the early morning (though i hate sitting in a wheelchair), watching the new day beginning.  The squirrels chasing one another on the steep slope across the street, by the park.  The sound of their chase across dry fallen leaves.  Doggies taking their humans for a walk through the park, playing with a frisbee or just playfully teasing the seagulls or just casually walking upon the dew resting on the grass.  Listening to the diversity of birds singing.  Or the sound of a soft cool breeze passing through the many trees, as the leaves begin their dance down from the tops of the tall trees to the waiting ground below.  It's another season changing.  Another day passing.  Another year slipping by all too quickly.  Memories of what was, what should have been, what will never be overwhelm me.  i cherish these simple precious lonely moments, because they bring me into me.  Not the insanity that will soon awake around all of us that will consume the thoughts and become the reality.  These moments where i am just a witness to the beauty of what life could be, are rare.  They should be take advantage of more often.  By doing so, possibly handling reality would be easier.  By releasing the pathetic stresses that have become life, and embracing the quiet moments, all could be as it is truly meant to be.  As it should be.  As i become me.