Often, I find, there is more beauty in the things that are fleeting than the things that have substance and staying power. That certain things end and return, end and return, is always a source of awe and amazement. The wheel of seasons, the crisp outline of sun on snow, the fragile tissue-thin pattern of a lacewing's wing, the blaze of glory in a winter sunset sky, the new green of spring buds, the glad flash of color before the fall. Every season breathes a renewed sense of circularity through me, I breathe it in and let it out again, end and return.
Really Great Writing Out There Right Now: Dreams (and the previous 37 Days Challenges posts as well; they just keep getting better and better)