Sight through a Greyhound Window

I seem to stare out blankly at the world, which is all the same, but I absorb it differently. Before I took the sights and facts and sounds in, tagged, named, labeled, planned, grasped out to reach the entire world outside and to hoard it all for my own. I wanted to be filled with it, contain it, have my experience come to me at my lightest beck and call. It was related to being a memory packrat.

Now somehow I just see, and let it come to me. I breathe it in effortlessly, and I wonder what brought about this change.

But I lose interest in finding the answer, so I continue to just breathe.