Oblivious

The outdoor cafe where two lovers sit, unmindful of the hundreds of pedestrians that surround them. The young mother so engrossed in her child's new found vocabulary, that the ringing of the telephone goes unnoticed. The lone shopper, lost in thought, wandering the aisles with an empty basket.

For those blissful moments, you are alone in the soft cocoon of your conscious, your thoughts intertwining with your memories, your life played back in tandem with your plans for the future.

Slowly, carefully, the world intrudes. Like the sound of rain falling on fine china, you are shaken from your reverie. Life moves into fast forward as you pay your bill, rush to your appointment, answer the telephone. You become caught in the web of life, weaving from one place to the next, never knowing when you will next come in contact, with yourself.