My grandpa liked to sit outside and look at things. He would sit on his front porch and watch the rain. He'd sit outside during the worst storms. Actually got a zap from a flash of lightning once. Made his hand go numb for a little bit. He never said much...he would just sit...and watch.
He would sit under a tree in his yard, on a bench by the river, in a lawn chair overlooking his garden. He loved sitting outside and looking.
When he would visit us at my mom & dad's, he would take his gun and walk back in the woods where there was a little bench nailed to a hickory tree. He built it, if I'm not mistaken. He would sit on his bench and watch the trees and the weather and the wildlife. Sometimes he would shoot a rabbit or a squirrel, but more times than not he would just sit there and look.
He would ask me to come sit with him. I had no idea what we were looking at or why we were sitting instead of watching TV or playing. He tried, but the sitting never lasted too long--I was too young to appreciate the solitude and life happening all around me. So I'd go watch Godzilla vs. Mothra on channel 11.
I used to think grandpa was just antisocial or trying to get away from my granny or all the grandkids--which may be partially true--but now I get it. Sitting outside and looking at things is fantastic.
The older I get, the more I appreciate witnessing the subtleties all around me. Things that we take for granted, that we overlook or just don't care about. I don't really feel like waxing poetic about the wind and rain and trees and animals....but it's what I like looking at. It makes me appreciate, it makes me feel alive, it makes me calm, and it makes me happy.
It may sound stupid to you, but I really like sitting outside and looking at things.
Must have gotten that from Phil.