The sun is rising in red and golden waves. Every tree is but a silhouette. All traces of bark smoothed over and each branch, no matter how small, in sharp relief as if drawn with an ink pen on the canvas of the sky.
This moment won’t last long.
I know that what I am doing is inspired by the scene. Soon, the sun will break properly over the horizon and light will expose the details of the day. I have but a short time to capture the image before some other thought comes pushing its way into the scene. Try as I might to hold on, it is impossible and I have learned to accept that moment such as these come and go. I treasure them, and try not to hold on too tightly.
I ran into an old friend this week. He’s working to rehab an art house cinema. The opportunity came to him serendipitously. It’s a huge and daunting project, but rather than shy away he took hold with both hands and embraced the moment.
The renovations are just getting started, but he offered to give us an impromptu tour of the theater. Everywhere, there was work needing to be done, but my friend didn’t seem overwhelmed in the least. He was happy.
When I left the theater, I was filled with joy. Joy for my friend who was savoring each moment for as long as it would last and looking forward to the next.
It’s invigorating to be near someone who is pursuing their life’s passion, whatever it may be. They are filled with energy and vision of course but I think the real beauty comes in the fact that there is always more. The passion doesn’t come to an abrupt end when the project is done for there is always another project coming up behind, building on the last. Each magnificent in their own way.
The light of dawn has passed now and those waves of red and gold have turned to the gray of a December day. I don’t mourn the passing though. There is more than enough in this moment to keep me busy.