One Of Those Moments

I am looking out the window I just opened on this quiet afternoon. A strong series of storms is moving in and my window faces west; what an electrifying sight. It is almost perfect, really. The gusts of wind are shaking the speckled leaves of the tree just outside and twisting my blinds into a mess. I have grown rather fond of this tree, almost anxiously awaiting its transformation in the next month. I must say, though, this color of pale green set against a darkening slate blue sky almost takes my breath away. Aesthetically, I am being taken much further than the intersection and emergency sirens outside my window.

Hem is playing on the stereo, thanks to a purchase earlier today and is accompanied too well by the thunder I hear coming in the distance. The lights just turned green... yellow... red... and lightning lit up the sky at that very moment. I feel like I am watching some perfectly orchestrated moment, so full of life I can hardly contain myself. It is as though everything outside my window mixed with the music playing and the quiet in the apartment today is telling me some story, reminding me of something so deep and wonderful it cannot be put into words.

I am grateful for this moment and wonder how many other times I have let them pass without noticing. If I could always feel this way, so full and so... aware; peace and joy would be as near as a heartbeat and life as full as the thickening air now sharing some of its fullness as raindrops hit my window. This is creation overflowing and I am set within this masterpiece, not watching - but playing a part somehow. It is good to know how small the intricacies of a busy and distracted life are as the rain just keeps falling.

What a beautiful reminder.