Moments. Life is filled with them. It consists of them. And so, they flow, like water, one into the other. Like water in a mountain stream. Or they may be compared with the movements of an ecstatic dance. But there it is, the movement. And there is statics too, of course. The point at which they come together is especially fascinating - when you yourself are resting, almost motionless and looking just straight ahead, but observing the action. It can be compared to a static video shot showing movement, showing life.
And here's the day. An ordinary day. A special day. It's good when every ordinary day is special. And they are like that - you just have to retain the skill to notice it. And what's so great about this day?
Here it is. In a nutshell. A walk through the city. Beautiful green streets. Enjoying the summer, which is just as it should be: warm, comfortable, not scorching, with a breeze. Food market. Back home. Coffee and American pancakes with maple syrup. Talking to a friend: about all sorts of things, important and not-so-important. She shares with us where she saw fireflies the other day. Right in the wild. We're thinking in the evening: "We should go there one of the next days." And a little later: "Why wait? Let's go now!" And we go. It's already dark. It's almost nighttime. Walk. Walk. Walk. Here we are. We did not see a lot of them, but a couple of them appeared - they teased us a little with their "switch-on" and quick "switch-off". But in addition to fireflies we saw foxes. A couple of them, too. They weren't too scared. But they didn't want to interact much either. They stood aside, watched us, waited until we left. Beautiful evening. Beautiful night.
Beautiful spontaneity. It's like jumping into flowing water. It's like spinning in a dance. It's about letting the moments of life flow through you.
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