A bird’s song in the dusk. Some crocus in bloom. Sweetness to come.
And some of that sweetness has passed now, Rob. Can’t hold on to it, like a butterfly pinned to a display. Nor should we. It’s difficult to live in the moment but it’s the only way, and at this moment the field of barley at the bottom of my road is ripening. Summer gold.
The moment is momentous, essentially. Dragging the past out, or reaching for the future often ends up less than hoped for. Savor what little we recall and always be ready for the sweetness that shows up further down the road. Just don’t chase either.
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