Tonight, after hearing several stories of a cold summer yet-to-come, and never-ending snow and cold in the forecast for the foreseeable future, I was feeling a little blue. I almost got frostbite on my hand waiting for the bus and attempting to check the schedule sans a mitten. I walked quickly from the bus stop toward my apartment, my body fraught with tension and anxiety, protecting myself against the wind and whatever else was waiting for me down the road.
Then as I came upon the last block between me and my apartment, I noticed a sparkling feeling on my nose and between my parted lips. Beyond a tree, the light from a streetlamp glowed orange against the grey sky, and I saw the tiniest snowflakes swirling in the air. And in that moment I forgot about my discomfort in the winter night, about whatever else has been troubling me, and simply stood on the unshoveled sidewalk, gazing at the light and feeling the flakes touching my skin so gently, like a hundred tiny kisses.
So far, 2014 hasn't been my favorite year, and I think it's going to shape up to be a difficult one. So it's all the more important to take note of these tiny moments of beauty and hope, when the world stops and nothing else seems to exist except that particular oneness with the world, that connection to what is naturally occurring around me. Even when I am stuck in a rut, or everything seems to spiral out of my control, the world keeps spinning and despite the particular awfulness of this forever winter, beauty still abounds.
Now please take a moment to enjoy this catchy classic tune. Its timeless melodies made my evening a bit less somber than my words would indicate.
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