Preciousness

Taking notice in this moment.

The suns warmth.
The wind clattering the palm fronds together.
The texture of light and shadow reflecting across the waters surface.
Dampness and the smell of pond scum filling my nostrils.
The taste of my breakfast of eggs and home fries lingers.

Not just those dear ones who are freed from sensation by the cold wind of death,
but this precious moment – transmigrated!

 

 

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