Staring out of the window on a rainy day, the author glimpsed the beauty of his soul. It watched him from the hedgerow, smiling back at him, knowingly. A glint in its eye. Imagining he thought. Surely I’m imagining things. Again. Why is is that they won’t leave me alone to be? The watchers. The smiling ones. The loving, joyous expression of all that there is personified in nature. Tranquility. Peace. A distraction from the void which we try to fill daily with noise. Egoic noise. Fearful noise and shallow time-fillers.