(He sits down with his gaze fixed upwards. She looks at him from a distance and approaches slowly.)
She: What are you looking at?
(He keeps looking up.)
He: I’m waiting.
She: What for?
(Still looking, he relaxes back, supporting the weight of his body on his arms.)
He: To be perfectly honest with you I’m not entirely sure. I have this feeling that this moment is *precisely* when I should look upwards.
(She sits down next to him and looks upward.)
She: Do you know why?
He: I’m really not sure. It just feels like the right thing to do. But I don’t expect that to make much sense to you. You probably think I’m bonkers.
She: I don’t really understand, but sitting here with you I notice that this is the first time in a while that I’m looking up.
(They continue looking.)
He: What do you see?
She: I’m not sure yet. I see specific objects, like the clouds, the sky, a few birds and all that, but I don’t understand yet what am I actually seeing.
He: Perhaps there’s nothing to see.
She: That could be. But as I keep looking, I can’t shake off this feeling that there is *something* out there for me to notice and I just can’t get it yet. Do you know what I mean?
He: I think so. Perhaps that’s why I keep on looking.
She: What are you seeing?
(He looks carefully and smiles.)
He: The more I look the more I’m noticing, that I’m not really “seeing”.
She: What do you mean?
He: I look up and see the openness of the sky. As I keep looking, I can feel that my awareness is expanding. I’m no longer focused on individual objects in my sight, but instead I notice everything all together as a part of one image without focusing on anything specific. But it’s not just that. I can hear the sounds around. The birds, the wind. That weird industrial-like noise far away.
She: I can hear it, too.
He: But that’s not all. I feel the warmth of my fleece. An itch on my left ankle. I can feel my heart beating. I can feel you being close and looking up next to me.
She: That sounds beautiful.
He: It feels beautiful. It’s so… I don’t know the right word. Complete? It’s not really that.
He: Mmm. That’s a good word.
She: It makes me think of pictures.
She: You know this feeling when you’re seeing something amazing and you want to take a picture of it, but then the picture doesn’t come even close to the actual view?
He: I know exactly what you mean.
She: I feel this is one of these moments.
He: I feel the same way.
She: Perhaps this is why you felt the need to sit down and look up.
He: I’m glad you sat down with me. It wouldn’t be the same without you here.
She: You could always take a picture.