Sometimes I am pacified by a vague indifference. The details fail to impress me and I float, letting the current take me wherever it will. I just sit back and observe everything around me, waiting for something to really grab my attention.
Occasionally I am enveloped by a peaceful tranquility. I find solace in a calm stillness, a silent appreciation of beauty like the unbroken surface of a motionless lake. It is during these times that I most fully appreciate the beauty we are surrounded by, if only we take a moment to observe it. The moment of absolute stillness just before the sun peeks over the horizon, or the last few haunting strains of an achingly beautiful musical piece. The appreciation of these moments is increased by their rarity, and can sometimes be assisted by solitude.