Breath of fresh air

SUNDAY MORNING MUSINGS

07.10.2022

The air was so fresh, I could smell light tones of peony wafting & swirling around me, and I knew I had to stop and take in this moment. I like to do this, take in small moments & hide it in some remote brain of mine, only to be called back in times of extreme despair or joy.

I don’t know what I see in such moments, the romantic delicateness expressed by a higher power, or the fact of fast approaching death. Or just the fading of light from the sky, that makes me stop & look up time & time again.

Whatever it is, it calls to me and, in that moment, I become immobile, standing & waiting for the light to pass. Tell me, do you ever just stand & pause?