The Little Moments

-I sat in the kitchen this morning, eating cereal and reading a book as usual. The book, A Home at the End of the World by Michael Cunningham, is incredible. But my eyes kept straying to the big kitchen windows, and the glorious clouds visible through them. They were white and fluffy, but had grey lining in one direction, making them seem like an artists rendering in pencil.

-I looked at the salesman in the Nissan dealership, and I saw that he genuinely wanted to sell us a car. It was his job, and I knew he got paid by commission, but I appreciated the sincerity in his gaze, as well as his manners.

-My mom and I sat behind a gas station eating yogurts and brownies and chips, our only snack between about nine and four-thirty in the afternoon. The wind was blowing my hair all over the place, but it felt so nice, so comfortable. I could feel the hairs tingling on my arms with the slightest chill, but ignored it and turned my face into the wind.

-I was reunited with my book during my exercise walk. I read avidly, walking as fast as I could, but at the same time heard the silence of the afternoon settle around my pounding footsteps and my ragged breath. My sweat dripped down my forehead, but I was so immersed in my book that I hardly felt it.

-Chatting over coffee with my mom, I felt like an adult, trying to decide on a car to buy. My opinion meant something, and I could contribute. I’ve been doing this for a long time, ever since I aged almost overnight when I was fifteen years old, but it still feels like a marvel when I stop to think about it.

It’s the little moments, the good moments, that can make a day tolerable. They can even make it good.

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12 thoughts on “The Little Moments

  1. You are a wondrous person to be aware of such moments. And you are a wondrous writer to be able to articulate it so well. Thank you for sharing such moments. I can’t wait for more.

  2. I agree with ray. This was a great and honest look at how you feel and about your day and how you think. I loved it.

  3. I love the little ‘slice of the moment’ bullet points. It makes a very nice touch. =]

    Most definitely better than Tweeting about a bitchin’ ham sandwich I had for lunch! … Or… someone had for lunch… >_> *cough*

  4. Amazing how much of “real life” and importance there actually is to be found in the little moments…sometimes, we don’t recognize them until they are long gone.

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