|Have you ever watched the rain fall through the heat haze created by a burning candle on the windowsill?|
It creates a hypnotic effect. Focus on the heat haze and it appears to rise with urgency and anger against the backdrop of the languid, lazy rainfall. The rain itself appears to dawdle, defying gravity in its meandering path from the sky to the ground, while the heat haze pushes upwards, reaching for something only it knows what.
Shift your focus to the rain and it falls incessantly, relentlessly, at a steady pace on a path that will not be altered by anything earthly. Forcefully it beats down, stopping only when it hits something solid and even then it rolls right round it, it will not be denied its ultimate goal of reaching the floor.
In contrast the heat haze has calmed itself, relaxed into a similar lazy rise as the rain falling earlier. It wanders in random directions, going where it will, where any breath of air cares to take it, uncaring about how it reaches its destination, just knowing it will get there eventually, content with that. Until, in sharp contrast to the incessant rain, it simply fades to nothing, its life ended at its farthest reach from whence it came.
It is hypnotic, no matter your focus. Eventually you look away and the real world returns.