Today was striking in its clarity. I first noticed the brightness of the moon, stars and planets in the early morning sky. Clean and crisp, the air seemed perfectly transparent to the light streaming in from thousands, millions, light years and parsecs away.
Later in the morning, the landscape and all the objects in it - trees, houses, office buildings, church steeples - were sharp-edged in the deep contrast of light, and depth of shadow and color.
I watched, over the course of a couple of hours, the slow unfolding of a parade of clouds moving in from the west and floating by under the blue morning sky. They move slowly enough that a casual glance sees only a static snapshot. A closer look reveals the subtle, but constant motion that, over the course of some minutes, transforms the scene.
Life passes like that, too. An hour, or even a day, seems inconsequential, but the flow is inexorable, piling cumulative changes up until we've turned from young to old, and wonder how much we have missed, forever, for not paying attention.
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