You see them walking through their day, eyes focused elsewhere, the past, the dialogue in their mind, on some unknowable point of future. Oblivious to all around them, missing subtle beauty, unaware of moments unseen, unfelt, unknown as they move through time and space, displaced. I try to catch them with my eyes, my walk my contagious playfulness. Sometimes I do catch them startling them from their slumber surprising them with a brief shared moment of, happy. The days I walk out of time I adore the moments that re-synch me to the here, the now, the real. Within the dance of my day some bright essence reaches for my myopic sight and I surface gasping for air briefly bewildered then all is right in the world again.