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As I looked at the orange and purple hue falling over the mountains                                             and as I felt the breeze on my neck.                                 I remembered the glare of the sun between the trees warming my cold skin.                               And as I listened to the familiar sound of a bike rushing by                                                          I had realized something

I’ve spent so much time looking ahead, looking down, I forgot what it was like-                              to exist.                              

The whoosh of the breeze,  the hue of the sun,  the colors of a rainbow had all disappeared.        The sounds of laughter had fallen away into nothing but a hum.                                                 And though I had not realized what I was missing,

 I realize now.                                                                                                                                   So, when the sounds of joy, and sights of sadness, and the feelings of bliss come around I will no longer look away.            

                                                                                                                                                            I will notice them, like they had been begging me to, for so long.