A moment
So I'm walking down Gordon Street towards home, lugging groceries and the remains of other errands I'd been doing. I'm listening to Charles Mingus play "Mood Indigo," and something above catches my eye. I look up; above is one of those mercilessly clear blue skies you get here in the summer, to the right is the tall concrete wall that sections off that part of the street. And flitting from one to behind the other is a Monarch butterfly.
I am pleased to report that I managed to appreciate the beauty of that for a good ten seconds before the cynical part of my brain kicked in and scolded me for falling for such sentimental, cliche nonsense. Thank you, modern Western culture!
I am pleased to report that I managed to appreciate the beauty of that for a good ten seconds before the cynical part of my brain kicked in and scolded me for falling for such sentimental, cliche nonsense. Thank you, modern Western culture!
Never be afraid of moments of poetry. It is what makes life worthwhile.
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