What makes our heart quicken
When I walked outside the wind was racing through the trees and I thought to myself, This is alive.
This is alive, the wind, the sky, the air.
This is alive, me in this moment, my foot sinking into the ground.
This is alive.
The moment passed as quickly as it manifested.
Later I took a walk and everything was still. I took a picture of a tree against the blue sky. When I looked at it later I wondered what it was that kept my heart from quickening. Had I lost something, or was I just lucky to have caught a glimpse of something that we don’t often get to see?