Looking Out

Here is a little clown I found sitting on a swing high above his other toy "friends." Some of his little toy friends must be sitting down there talking and talking and talking..over and over again. They are absorbed in the moment, they lose sight of where they want to head.

Others look up and see that loner up there looking at some unknown point on the horizon. They also turn in that direction and try to get a mere glimpse of what the loner sees. They can't see over the red trains, the streetlights, the tall buildings, and the other little distractions.

Then there are those people who actually climb a tree and figure out how to hang their own swings off of the branches. They can't get too close to the other "loners" out there or else they might crash into one another. They can't tell the others where they are headed. They can't even talk to one another. They are alone (weird sentence).

What a strange scenario eh?