Did we leave behind the game of peekaboo along with our childhood? Or is there a way to reclaim them both? Here's Red Dino finding a way...

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Peekaboo. A game that's almost a rite of passage for every growing child. A game that has quite unwittingly scared and scarred a few, while arousing the best kind of curiosity and laughs in others. A game that's all about disappearing within sight. A game of man-made magic.

But as we grow older, we miss spotting daily peekaboo offerings made by our surroundings:

The moon behind a cloud. There and then not.

A dusty book on the back row of a semi-clean shelf. Hoping to grab your attention.

A building stretching itself tall to make its presence felt from behind a cluster of residential bungalows. All vying for the lake view.

And even the sun, peeking from behind a dense tree canopy, trying to light up your face.

As we forget to pay attention to the mischief, the playful, the marvellous wonders that the mundane has to offer, we forget to find respite in our own daily lives.

But of course, not all peekaboos are friendly. There's often the dark and the damned waiting around the corner. Always peeking, ready to jump out with a boo. But fuck that. Not for this postcard, not for today.

So for this moment, I'll go back to that sunny, glorious day when I saw a peekaboo event of my own.

When behind stone walls, a green tree winked at me, half-hidden. Showing a glimpse, it's best, but not everything.

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"Woke up this Morning (TP 53)” by Till Paradiso

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