Forgetting to look up

Sometimes I think I live my life too focused on just moving forward. 

Looking forward, looking down, sometimes looking back, but too often forgetting to look up.

So I stop.

I take some time.

I reflect.

I dream a little of tomorrow.

And then...

I remember to look up.

And do you know what I see?

I see grapefruit.

Yes, grapefruit.

On the ceiling.

Because apparently Noah has discovered he has mad grapefruit-spitting skilz.