Other eyes

I was driving home today listening to NPR. They were talking about a book called Atlas Obscura. The book describes the weird, fascinating, mysterious marvels that are all around us. All we have to do is skew the way we look at things just a bit. I turned off the radio and thought about that. 
What all could we see if we observed just a bit differently? 
Much like how Robin Williams showed his students in Dead Poets Society that by standing on their desks the room is completely transformed or how a comic like Calvin and Hobbes can whisk us away on adventures in life and insightful meaning.  
As I drove through our lovely neighborhood I noticed a small brick wall around a yard and the moss that grew around it. I could actually smell the scent of the moss - it's damp, green, wet-dirt, earthy smell. It was lovely. Had I not been reminded to look a bit obliquely at what is around me, I would have missed that moment. 
Now, as I sit here an type the sun is softly glows around the room and shadows dance with every movement. It is beautiful. I think about today. What would I have seen or what did I see that was beautiful by tilting my perspective ever so slightly? I noticed the incredible pride and a smile that stretched for miles when I heard Lynora snap her fingers. She had been practicing for so long. I heard it and I shared that moment with her. Sophie told me that she stayed at school without going to the nurse even though she knew she had a slight fever and didn't feel well. I was so proud of her. She understood that she could control her anxieties and she did. I hugged her so tightly. My husband walked past me and looked at me with a silly sideways eye. I wouldn't have noticed had I not looked up. But I did and we smiled at each other. It was a simple, small, yet very delightful moment. And I was there; I noticed. 
I don't have to enlighten anyone on how marred and wicked life can be. Or how mundane and colorless its routine can paint our path. I would ask you to look up, look at a blade of grass, notice what a stranger is observing, really peer into the eyes of someone you love. 
The sky sees everything differently, as does the blade of grass. That stranger may lead you on a fated journey you didn't realize you needed, and especially take note of the soul's canvas your loved person is inspired by. Other peoples eyes are so very beautiful; so many different colors, so many different ideals and beliefs, so many thoughts and joys. Just like skin and body, we may be all the same in makeup, but each of emit auras of our own colors, we paint our own portrait, our tell our own story, and find our own meaning. And we are all beautiful. If only we could see. 

Stop what you are doing and look, tilt your head ever so slightly, pay attention to what you see.
There is so much beauty, so much there; the entire universe is seen with...
Other eyes.