Moments

In an attempt to romanticize my mundane life, I may exaggerate the power of simple moments, but it occurred to me, that locations have a time of day. What I mean by this is, for each place we visit, live in or come across, there's a time when that place is illuminated. Maybe it's routine that makes us seek out these moments, like being captive, waiting for the sunlight to stream across the cell. Many who work in office buildings probably feel that same need for a glimmer of hope, even if it is just light.

I'm sure this has always been present, but nothing in my childhood matched the first glimpse of the outfield grass, while walking through the shadowy tunnel of Yankee Stadium, on way to my seat. The bright lights making the lush grass glow, still gives me shivers. I sometimes wondered, if there was a heaven, might this be what it looks like. 

Later in life, there was a moment, shared with five friends in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. We took our folding chairs, placed them in the lake and sat, watching sail and motorboats glide across the water, as the shimmer of the sun glistened on the ripples. The cool water surrounding our feet, cooling us from the hot summer day. Six of us, sharing stories of years past, of personal experiences, of hopes and dreams, but it was a moment of about fifteen, maybe twenty seconds of silence, where it was magic. I sometimes wonder, was that lull in the conversation and the resulting moment was as meaningful to them, as it was for me? I'd like to think so.

A few days back, early morning, I was sitting outside, as the sun rose in the east. My back to it, as I sipped coffee. It was cool outside, and I sat watching the dew rise off the grass and fog lift above the trees. Everything was green, but then as the opaque mist burned away, the side of the mountain was lit by the sun and revealed magnificent reds, yellows and oranges. Fall had not arrived and this was simply the reflection of low sun on the damp leaves. There was almost a glare, maybe metaphorically blinding me from the harsh realities of life. I glanced down at a distraction, took another sip and returned my gaze, but it was gone. Many morning, I've sat, doing and feeling the same things, but this morning felt different. For that moment, this familiar, not always comfortable place, became serene.