2002-09-30 - 4:04 p.m.
(memory)I was just reminded of a night when the sky opened it’s dark heart and poured the warm tumultuous contents on the world while we bathed in it and laughed down below. Spring was watching us from her window with that knowing smile… and all the while we knew that THEN was what there was and that it was all slipping by like the rain on our cheeks and finding it again would be impossible. I have this small collection of indescribably beautiful moments that come back to me now and again that remind me of the fragile miracle that we so flippantly call “life” and how easily we walk through it without taking note.
I’m beginning to sound like a ninety year old woman preparing to die; remembering life instead of living it… perhaps a part of why I’ve never chosen to write before is that I’ve always associated it with the person who is so caught up in their response to life that they forget the life itself.
