drmstream[writing]

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?