I was working today feeling tired and numb (Friday), and decided to stroll outside for a break. I found balm in the weather: a clear blue sky, buildings bathed in sunshine, shady trees and a cool breeze. I just stood there for a while, enjoying the moment.
An attractive lady was approaching and I said hello. She answered and asked me how I was doing. Her smile was as bright as the sunshine, so I said, “Much better now that you are here”. She thanked me and I mentioned the weather. She agreed as she sauntered away.
About half an hour later I came back out and there was a change. Same weather but not quite the same feeling — due to the position of the sun perhaps. That moment will never come again, I thought. And I remembered Emily Dickinson’s poem:
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don’t believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate —
This instigates an appetite
Precisely opposite.
Poets have a way of “seeing” life as it is. Don’t you think?
Emily Dickinson
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