December 23, 2012 § 15 Comments
I step out into the early morning chill. Air crisp and pure. First snow of winter. Fields of scattered sparkling diamonds.
These moments. What words could really capture them?
Someday I will die and these moments will end. But now and here, I am present, aware, alive in the fullest sense. Here there is no ticking clock. No plans. No regrets.
Nothing but a communion with the cold air and the sparkling snow.
Immortal in the moment.