Mansion on the Hill

The street is full of things that escape our attention, the things that are simply beautiful.
If you stop for a while and stare at the leaves falling from the trees and find yourself in the middle of them, passing through them, like under the waterfalls, you can actually deceive yourself and imagine being one of them. And it won't be far from the truth. Us, like leaves from a tree, mature and when the time comes are ready to be thrown on our own paths. First, falling to the bottom, some stay there for longer, but some rise immediately and are pushed by the wind to another corner of the world. And they can feel free and feel their ageing, and their being fragile. And then we can sit and listen to the Mansion on the Hill... 
But don't get too overwhelmed by the beauty and by the feeling of the sublime. Just watch out for the heart, it is also fragile and too many beautiful things and people can make it way way too sensitive and in the end you could end dispersed by the different forms of beauty and become one of them forever...and not return to your human, fallible form in order to express the beauty to others who miss to see it.