Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Looked fear in the face and said I just don't care?
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Held your breath and asked, will it ever get better than tonight?
Lasso the moon and stars and pull that rope tight!
(Glitter in the Air, by Pink)
Those smaller moments. Those in-betweens. The journey, not the destination.
The birds chirping, my feet standing, the sun rising, my child breathing, and the ticking minutes I get to do what I love. Grateful.
My comments are OFF. See you next week.