Waking Up

Suddenly, it all happened.
It's as if time stopped for me. And just for me only.
Everything fell into place.
Every single thing seems to want to show me something.
The leaves of the tree in front of me bearing its flowers in this early summer breeze, it's as if it wants to display its marvel, its grandeur to me, revealing every detail to me.
And then I gazed up in the sky. Slightly blinded by the soft patches of sun's rays, I barely adjusted my eye sight when the blueness of the sky wanted to take me in. As if I am part of the reflected sea its showing off. Suddenly, it seemed to me they wanted me to see them. They wanted me to know that they're there.
Just when I'm about to question my sanity, I heard the tv's soft volume of conversation. It dawned on me the reality that I am living in the city, that I am as connected as my neighbor and the drunkards at the street corner. I am still here in the open garage facing our garden slightly awed by this certain feeling of epiphany. I am just being there. Being one with everything. Feeling every presence and absence. Feeling every matter and space. Feeling as if I belong, as if I'm bound to be there, to see these things, and to feel these whatever I'm feeling of I'm not quite sure what.
But I just know.
Suddenly, I wanted to write their story.