It’s one of those days where everything is a flurry and nothing is accomplished. I’m in one of those restless mindsets where I can’t quite seem to creatively get where I want to go and I’m terrible at not beating my head against a brick wall over and over again. Maybe it’s spring fever; it feels like boredom, but how on earth can I be bored when I’m running from place to place around in circles?
Time to stop and breathe. Time for a time out. There’s no time for a time out. Everyone has somewhere to be and places to go, deadlines to meet. Hurry, hurry, time’s running out. The clock ticks.
This is where my mind was when I happened upon these. It was almost dark — the sun was nearly down, but there was a reflection behind me, the last flickers of sunlight — just enough to illuminate them:
Had I not stopped long enough to capture these in that last light, I would have missed the first blossoms of spring. The deadlines held themselves at bay for that small fragment of time.
I’m still hitting the wall, but with these as a reminder, it’s at least possible to step back for a beat and see the last light beckoning.
To The Eldest, a very happy 25th birthday with love from Mom.
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