Sometimes a moment just sticks….

I don’t always know why some things stick and some don’t. Why I can’t remember where I put my watch charger but I will always remember those two strangers walking through the dappled sunlight on the trail down in front of me. The gold and the green and the warm breeze carrying the low murmurs of their easy conversation back to my ears. The peace and pleasantness and blessed normalcy of the moment. I could have stayed right there in that simplicity. It’s such a treasure, you know. All these simple things. The roof that keeps the storm off my head. My cozy comfy bed. My old snoring dog. The quiet of my neighborhood. The luxury of the meal planning I dread every week. At any given moment while we slog through our mundane and toss about for meaning in our lives, head out for errands, clip the leash on the dog, lose ourselves in our hobbies, or log on like little white rabbits to the Wonderland of the internet, there are so so many others who would give anything to have our troubles, to be in our shoes. To know the peace and pleasantry of our mundane. They know the fragility of it. What it’s like to not have it. I think that’s what happens. We just forget to love not struggling so hard to survive. Forget the gift of easy conversation on a lazy afternoon. Once upon a time, I’d have just seen a pretty picture. Now I see something too many people are willing to throw away. I suppose it has always been so, and as usual, I’m blooming late. As it is, I can appreciate what my brain did with the image, even if it saddens me. I’d still like to know what I did with my charger, though.