The verandah posts and railing that frame this view hearken back to a quieter, less hurried time, when moments such as this were taken for granted.
Now I find myself grasping at this scene with an intensity that is disturbing, almost frightening.
To hold this image, this fleeting fragment of time, and forever clutch the sounds, the smell, the very feel of the air in my mind so it can be cherished and lingered over during moments of retrospection, this has suddenly become the urgency of my day.
And yet,
If I allow it, this moment's peace will seep into my bones and become a part of me forever.
And when I close my eyes, it will spring to life in the window of my mind, and the breath of the breeze will blow the warmth of the day across my face, bringing with it the sounds of birds, and leaves, and Life....
