Some moments, I fully absorb life. I believe true pleasure is in the details.
Tonight, as I was driving home from work in my car, past homes and businesses and bright street lights, I looked out my window and noticed the moon. A barely there, fingernail of a moon. A slice of yellow in a sea of black. And every few minutes, a wave of clouds would swallow that crescent, like a smoky fish swallowing a hook. It was a simple thing, but so beautiful.
So sometimes, I collect these details. These ordinary, every day moments that really mean nothing, but are beautiful simply because they encapsulate what it means to be alive:
The green ivy crawling up a wall.
A man in a ballcap sweeping confetti off a gym floor.
Bike tire imprints in a sidewalk.
The sound a pinecone makes underfoot.
Window boxes full of flowers.
The heat of the sun on bare skin.
The list goes on. Some days aren’t full of grand moments, exciting things or new scenery. But even the most ordinary day is full of things waiting to be discovered.
Life is astounding and I never want to cease to be amazed by it. True pleasure is in the details.