Sometimes all we have at the end of the day is a remembrance of a short period of joy. A time from our past that is so joyful, so vivid, it can be relived immediately. The sights, sounds, feelings and passions. All right there just a fraction away from the cosmic heart.
Once upon a time it was a window looking over the ocean in Hana Hawaii; it is the sound of a tree falling in the redwoods and the ground shaking; climbing up the middle of a waterfall; waking up in a tent with a day full of promise ahead. Receiving the exact same Christmas card I gave and laughing so hard it was soon rolling on the floor time.
Oh well, back to today.
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