Snowflakes the size of quarters poured from the sky this afternoon as I made lunch. “The last snowfall,” I said to myself, knowing even as I said it that it wasn’t true. All of March stretches before us, after all.
But I stood and watched these lovely flakes fall for several minutes as if it were a sight I would not see again for a long while. I wanted to hold in my heart how beautiful they are.
By the time I had eaten, they were gone.
Like the little waves of happiness that splash through our days, such moments of beauty are fleeting. New waves wash in ceaselessly, of course, and if we are awake to it, beauty can always be found. But we lose our focus. Our thoughts dash off in different directions, called by the demands of the day.
So when they capture our awareness, these moments of beauty and joy, it’s wise to pause and savor them and to tuck them in memory’s store.
They’re comforts for the times when pain or sorrow walk across our thresholds, or when sleep won’t come. When our spirits are wavering on the edge of darkness, they tip the balance toward the light.
Somewhere in my pile of favorite quotations, I have one that says to look at each day as if it is your first one, or your last. That’s wonderful advice. And while I haven’t yet learned to hold my eyes open in wonder for a whole day, I have learned to catch the golden moments now and then—the ones that sparkle like the last snowfall.
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