Never-ending story

Little wonders everywhere. When the mind is light it is so easy to spot them that the though how many must have passed unnoticed in times of confusion is almost scary ‘cause clearly it’s all on display all the time-the good, the bad and the extraordinary.

Every awake moment seems miraculous. The impossible blue of the sky, the futile courtship of male pigeons so pathetic in their diligence it almost seems touching,  the wrinkles on people’s faces that I imagine to map the curves of their lives, the stillness of a mid-July Sunday afternoon – to have been presented with the gift of normal life seems a miracle.

But that was yesterday. Oh well, there’s always the next weekend to recharge and rediscover the meaning of life anew.