The girl emptied out the contents of her pocket into a portion of the universe. Suddenly, trash turned into magical particles floating in the air.
She wondered aloud to herself, “What if I noticed how many particles were floating by? Would I want to know?” Then she thought about how wonderful it was not to notice everything.
Yet, she couldn’t help thinking how one of the best feelings was when she noticed something for the first time. When something appeared to her in just the right light. Like pieces of dust in the air, spinning in the afternoon sun.