So many things disappear without notice. Not just the small things, but things as big as spring. One day I look out my window and the sky is grey; the trees are bare. Spring could nearly come and go without my notice. About a week ago I looked out the window and noticed there were small tufts of leaves growing on the trees. When did that happen? One day it's grey, some days after it's not. What happened to the days in between?
After 34 years spring must be something I take for granted. Been there, done that. I should make it a point to notice the details of spring's entrance. I may have lived 34 years but it doesn't mean I'll live 34 more, or even 1 year.
It's like.... just noticing that I can only taste the food in my mouth when I'm exhaling. Something silly, perhaps, but of large importance to me to learn something about my body that I didn't know all the years of my life, something to do with eating which is one of my favorite things to do!
So, I smile and welcome the daffodil that grows in full bloom beneath my second story window.
Hello daffodil.
Hello spring.
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It's life expressing itself in parts, to me.
As we have tiny springs each morning as we rise to greet another surprise.
I guess if all of life made itself visible to us in one day, we'd go mad. The entirety of it is best scattered over our days and years.
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