Feel This Moment

Posted on | November 25, 2004 | No Comments

Before it disappears.

Puck and Pip monitor the neighborhood at my feet as I sit on the porch writng this. A cool breeze moves the leaves that dance in my green yard. I wonder if it was supposed to be this way, if I could have dreamed up this perfection. But Pips plaintive eyes stare at me and I realize the chocolate gaze is real. It’s all real.

I think that Winter snuck in last night, and her reach, although tentative at the moment, brings a cleaninsing cool to this place. My world, small and beautiful, makes sense in this afternoon light. Valentine plays by himself inside, chasing imaginary bugs and bouncing off furniture. I am happy. My days are spent rushing, but this moment quiets me. I can’t be bothered with the ever-present list of things to do. The most important thing now is this, a quiet moment.

Savor those seconds when the world seems right. All the cogs in the lock click together, and you open yourself up to this peace. Windchimes sing from a far eave. The hum of traffic, far beyond your neighborhood, stands in opposition with the stillness of your abandoned street. Shadows and light play in the trees, stealing each others’ space as the wind whips up a chorus from the towering canopy. Lazy lizards sun themselves on cobblestones blanketed with velvety moss. A bird sings, sweetly from afar. And you, in your pajamas, surrounded by those you love, remember that moments like this fall from Fate’s hands grudgingly. Love it, and she may bless you again.

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