Shuffling of feet.
Shuffling of ants.
Waving of hands.
Swaying of leaves, not planned.
Blinking of stars.
Blinking of eyes.
Walking of feet.
Walking of the wind.
The feet of the young beside the old.
The feet of youngones beside the feets of their guardians so that they won't be cold. Inside or out.
My hands on your shoulder.
Your hands on mine.
Sunset painting my face and yours.
Together marveling at the marvelous course of birds in the sky.
The music of this world.
Brilliant.
Corrupted.
Perfect.
Broken.
The Orchestra is here.
They are near.
You.