The little boy won't stop screaming to his mother for her to look at him. He is twenty five feet above his mother on a rock ledge strewn with fast moving water. How he got there I cannot reason as I had tried to move higher on this same rock face before finally accepting the rock where my ample ass now rests. The mother waves and pictures are snapped. One of so many taken here. Will it be blurry or overexposed? Perhaps the focus will be perfect but the whole scale lost in the lens. Maybe a month from now the camera will sit in a case, in a closet, the whole sum of her son's accomplishment lost in data.
Yet, no. The accomplishment occurred. The boy rejoiced.
Recorded or not, reality happens. Are we present to experience it? Or are we wondering how it will look on Facebook.
The boy rejoiced.
2 comments:
You've captured the essence of life, the importance of the present moment. Let us all breath in and experience the wonder that is now. Thank you for this wonderful tidbit!
This is a poem - a good one too. :^)
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