because life, after all, is lived in little monumental moments of truth that fade away even before they are begun.. a baby's smile, fragrance of a flower, life slipping out of a body.. we live only to realize the beauty of such moments. Everything else is a form of waiting.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
the rain drop.
It rained last night.
I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.
It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.