Dust in the Wind
A little white dog staring out the window of the nail salon. The red geraniums in the barrel planter. The harassing email. The smell of chocolate in the air. The way the sunlight streamed through the clouds. Finding out what the Dow Jones Industrial Average actually is.
All the little things that make me smile, or make me angry, or happy, or worried, or just pleased for a minute before I go on my way.
None of them are enough to constitute a blog post, even though I generally think "Oh, I could blog about that." None of them are really all that interesting. Tonight I thought I should have a camera to take a picture of the sky, and then I realized that I DID have my camera . . . but I really didn't care enough to dig it out and take a picture. Probably because the picture wouldn't mean anything once it was taken. Even I wouldn't remember why I'd taken it.
These are ephemeral things. But they're the things that make today special. All the little details that make today different from yesterday or tomorrow.
All the little things that make me smile, or make me angry, or happy, or worried, or just pleased for a minute before I go on my way.
None of them are enough to constitute a blog post, even though I generally think "Oh, I could blog about that." None of them are really all that interesting. Tonight I thought I should have a camera to take a picture of the sky, and then I realized that I DID have my camera . . . but I really didn't care enough to dig it out and take a picture. Probably because the picture wouldn't mean anything once it was taken. Even I wouldn't remember why I'd taken it.
These are ephemeral things. But they're the things that make today special. All the little details that make today different from yesterday or tomorrow.