Special Moments

"Life is a question of nerves, and fibers, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe, and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend." ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

It’s the little things, isn’t it? Noticing the way the path curves. Hearing the ducks on the pond quaking their tune. Pulling out a warm sweater on that cold morning. The crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet. All day your senses are acutely aware of the change of season while you hardly notice as you go about your daily business. Don’t you wish you could record one mundane day with all its ordinary times. It reminds me of a saying I’ve always liked. “we don’t remember days, we remember moments”