as of late, v.2
Seeing: the sun shining over the golden yellow weeds, recently worked on calligraphy, a set of 56-year-old encyclopedias, a new 35mm camera lens (squeal), muffin pans full of buttons in the craft room, and weeds the color of the sunshine with the appearance of a half-moon.
Hearing: random thumps from the kitchen, the vacuum cleaner running, the whirring of the fans on the computer, "Bring Him Home" by the Piano Guys, the click of the key-board keys, and the soft gusts of wind outside.
Smelling: a house with the scent of spring, cinnamon and nutmeg, slightly dusty and well-loved old books, clean wet hair, and pine needles.
Tasting: German pancakes (for breakfast), juicy + delicious oranges, mint tea, coffee with thick cream + sugar, fresh lemons in a glass of well water, and the wild-free taste of the wind in the West.
Feeling: so extremely amazed that January is over (hello, February!), slightly sad as I realize that the older I get, the faster days fly; and sososo blessed, just because. I am blessed, although I don't always realize it, and appreciate it.
Some days seemed to drag, I remember, as I look back to the past 3 or so years, but as I get older, and time gets more and more precious, I realize that it is flying. There is no way to describe this feeling, really. It is almost like present-day nostalgia, because even though I treasure these days, and hold them with delicate fingers, they shatter every night at 12:00, never to be found again. Each day is pretty much like the next, but it's not. Everyday the date changes, people change, life changes. We look forward to things, with deep longing and pleasure, but the day comes and goes--all the faster, I think, for the anticipation-- and it's over, and all we have are the memories, and photographs and thoughts left. So I'm really learning to truly treasure these days, and hold them with more respect, keeping in mind that I'm not entitled to any of this. Life is a gift--a beautiful gift, and I want to enjoy it, love it, and make the most of it, because every moment has the potential to be special; something that we'll remember forever.