Heightened senses. The cool breeze lifting up my hair, playing with every strand before putting it down. The smell of parched earth. The sound of water scuttling by.
Surrounded by exquisite beauty, my heart should soar. Why then does an inexplicable sadness overwhelm me? Is it because I know the beauty will remain even when I am gone? Is it because perfection reminds me of my own mortality?
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3 comments:
Natasha - Oh, what an interesting question! I know when that happens to me, it's because it all makes me feel very small...
I say enjoy it for what it is now...don't be too somber around a birthday I always say.
What a question to ponder. Why indeed!
Hugs
SueAnn
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