After dinner we moved to the den, a room surrounded in floor to ceiling pane-less windows. A gentle storm had just rolled in, so we all settled in the couches and watched, lights out, as the lightning flashed and the roll of the raindrops drummed on the roof. The slightly blue light from outside was the only illumination of the room, casting shadows but not doubt on the faces of the occupants. There was silence. Then soft conversation.
"Such a nice rain."
"Mmm." Pause.
"I hope the farmers are getting this too."
Silence again, except for the pattering of rain against the windows. I settled into the cozy blue couch I've spent so many nights on and let my bangs fall across the side of my face. I was too lazily comfortable to care. How often, really, do you simply get to be?
Not do, not really think, but simply be?
A couple years ago I had the revelation that one huge reason most of us like movies is that they take the truly special and unique moments in life, slow them down, and connect them so that we can relive them and see their significance. Ever since then I think I've taken greater notice of the real moments in life that are like that. Tonight was one of those moments that could be made into a movie. My parents & I went to visit some dear friends of ours tonight, and this is a moment from the visit. There's such beauty in moments like this. They happen all the time, if we have eyes to see. You don't have to create them, or do anything for them, but if you capture them, they become treasures.
A friend of mine wrote the other day,
"It's the moments that lead to your milestones that make life worth investing in, and why
you have to be aware in each moment."
Amazing how true that statement is.
Sep 5, 2009
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