Snapshots of reality.

Tiny windows.

That open up.

When we look through them.

Tiny windows of opportunities.

Big enough to let some fresh air in.

Some room to breathe.

A moment of silence.

To catch a thought.

Or just the moment.

Arriving an illusion.

A mind-trap.

Closing those windows,

the portal to the outside world.

Or maybe to the inside.

Which direction you choose.

Windows, glas, mirrored, coloured, black.

Sometimes shades to block the sun.

Sometimes to enhance the incoming light and capture the heat.

Depending where we stand.

What we build.

How we interact.

With, once again, the outside world or the inside.

You choose.

Do we act, do we react.

Is it right or wrong which way we look.

Shouldn’t we look both ways,

when the ability allows us to.

Enough of a reason,

to reason,

properly,

from all the angles,

through all the windows,

not just this one we might accidentally just stay in front of.

Look around.

Discover.

Embrace.

Look, not just see.

Observe, not just look.

And the snapshot of reality.

This moment.

Might be endless.