Adaptability

Back in the city the obvious and simple fact of sunrise and sunset seem so obscure...by the sea it is so evident, opening and closing of the day, all the birds flying from one place to the next announcing the drastic change of light, passing of time, a storm, mute dialogue with an iguana, locking eyes with a giant sting ray...  back in the city this simple pleasures, which should be part of everyday life seem like a luxury, and it takes just renouncing to certain unnecessary things, still the city has a more subtle way of letting its charms reach us, instants, small reminders, a delicate scent of jasmine while strolling, like a passing caress, a sudden warmth, flapping wings, working ants, faint light, heavy drops, all somewhat overshadowed. Within all our structures of comfort, "flat" (mexico city is not distinguished by impeccable streets) surfaces, fumigated spaces, mechanical noises, we do not hear the world, we do not hear ourselves.
On the weekend I saw face painters for kids in the park, I remembered I hated it, even as a kid, the paint itches your face, it melts. But still some kids go around with tiger, panda, clown, robot, what not faces... I guess some humans are just more adaptable than others, and its visible since childhood.