On the afternoon of that day I.
The time went by too quickly.
When I saw the date, I knew.
It was very strange, this feeling.
I could not know what it was all about.
But I knew the day was significant.
It had arrived; such long waiting, and now it was here.
What did it mean?
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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you touch on something critical here. I am sorry for every day that slips by me without my seeing something new - when business overwhelms our ability to stop, to see, to wonder.
ReplyDeleteDoes it slip by too fast? Sometimes? Or not fast enough? I tend to feel that wherever our attention is is where it should be. If we're inside the business of the day- that can be extraordinary. Days that are filled are wonderful ones. And days when there's time to stop, savour, see, feel, and perhaps write, ah, those I think we both live for...
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