i’ve been thinking about moments.  moments and days to be exact.  the thought that it is a million little moments that are the matter and making of our days.

the days we live in, long for, wish away, rush through, and sometimes waste, are made of moments.  and, it is the moments that make and shape us into who we are, not the days.

with the change of season i’m thinking

summer sets
abruptly or slowly, yet never the same.
and, so is each day
different and new – but deceivingly the same.
same schedule, same tasks
same people, same dance.
the trick is the moment.
not to be duplicated, nor ever relived.
a slight variation of words, of ways, and even breath.
breath deep the air of today
and the moments that melt away.

photo by trina mcneilly

By Trina