The small things

September 10, 2012

I noted these moments as we arrived: A long-falling star above the highway, a white owl swooping up toward and then away from us in a silent arc, a dragonfly darting through camp the first morning.

Why do you go out there? people often ask, and I always forget to say it is as much for the small things as the large, for what can only be glimpsed out of the corner of one’s eye, for what is so fleeting it breaks your heart, but that leaves me grateful, lucky, thrilled to have been there as momentary witness.

One comment

  1. :D
    Small things. Yep.

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