i would be missing

i realised in a little moment, as i was buying tea for the first time in 3 weeks, that if i were to become blind for one reason or another, that i would then miss the sight of something i saw then at that moment.

the passing, dreaming sight, of sun baked leaves, carried along by a passing breeze, slowly falling as thier fluttering heartbeats drifted from branch to ground, in that moment so free yet so fleeting, as thier temporal homes shiver in the bright sunny wind

and so thinking, i wondered what else i would miss.