I fiddle with the doorknob, finally opening it. In the newly created opening, I see an attractive young woman. She smiles at me as I hold the door open for her to pass. I return the smile, but nothing intelligible comes to my mind to say, so I continue on my way towards lunch. “It’s all a matter of keeping my eyes open,” I think to myself. A cold wind blows as I step onto the sidewalk, carrying life to new places. Above me, a solitary hawk floats in an upstream of warmer air. From the hawk’s perspective, I am meaningless, a mere visual curiosity quickly dismissed as inedible. At her height, however, she can clearly see three squirrels scampering up three different trees in between the buildings. Unlike me, she is not hungry, and merely watches the squirrels moving below. She sees only what she wants to see, unconcerned with anything other than squirrels. Like me, we only see what we want to see. I continue walking on the sidewalk, unconcerned about the hawk and no longer seeing her. Two people walk past me, but I only look at them long enough to determine that I do not know them, and not taking the time to see them either. I look up at the tree and see leaves and branches, which is what I expect to see. However, I only see the songbird mere feet from my head as I look away from the tree. Surprised, I look back at the branch to confirm that there is a bird. Unlike the hawk, this songbird sees me as a possible predator, and alights from its branch to pursue other tasks away from me. I continue to walk towards the student center, now only looking at the various objects around. I climb some stairs, at the top of which is a maintenance vehicle. The vehicle piques my interest, and I wonder briefly about how it works. I see the muffler, smoke coming from the end of it, and see that, although small, the car runs on gas, not electricity. No longer concerned with the functioning of the vehicle, I stop seeing it and continue walking. I hear a high-pitched squeal and look in the direction of the vehicle. The vehicle has just stopped its movement towards me, now only inches from my feet. I begin to realize that I should have seen the car moving earlier, though I was merely looking, not seeing it at the time.