I'm not sure where this came from. My finger tips I suppose. Here is something different: thoughtful writing. I don't think I've written anything specifically thoughtful, but this is. Hopefully it will be enjoyed.

Truth of Truths

Remus Lupin lay sprawled out in the shade of a tree, one hand shading his eyes from the sun. He let his mind drift away as he watched swallows glide in the air above him, concentrating on simple swallow thoughts. Not about the fazes of the moon, not about how it was going to live once he got out of school, not about how its friend were, not about how society would treat it. A swallow was a swallow, and that was that.

But Remus was different, although some people in society only considered him to be half human, or not human at all, he still felt human. Even tough he was a werewolf, and obviously couldn't always be human, that didn't mean he couldn't think like everyone else most of the time, that didn't mean he had no feelings.

Thoughts sliding away into pleasant numbness, Remus took a moment to forget feeling. Sometimes he thought he felt too much, wished to please others too much, and maybe that was the truth. Right now he took a moment to live, not as humans do, aching with thought, every breath, living with all the worries or not worries, but as, perhaps, the grass does, or maybe even rocks. Living for the wind, for the earth beneath, for the sun, the clouds with rain or with snow, living for the is that is now, a moment of simply Being.

Remus Lupin drank in the moment, searching for stability, and found nothing but the moment.

The endless truth of all truths:

Change.