wiredfool

Pike Place Market, a little after 3pm. In the southen sky.

A few people knew what they were looking at. 10 people or so.

Many tourists didn’t. I wonder if people would have understood if there was a hat to pass around?

When in the southern sky, appeared nothing. Blue sky. No birds, no planes, no blimps. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find nothing to look at when we are surrounded by so many somethings.

Some heard that they were looking at nothing, but looked anyway. Some required others to tell them what they could see if they looked. Others moved on to look at the next scheduled scenic photo opportunity. In nothing, there was stilllness in the activity of the market. In nothing, there was a deep blue sky. In nothing, there was peace.

In nothing there was something.