Caught in a moment
As I walk down the street, I begin to notice the wind blowing ever so lightly, leaves tumbling along the sidewalk beside me. I suddenly sink back into myself and realize that I was watching things in slow motion.
I’ve often found myself in these transformative moments where I lose my grounding and am nudged by the motions around me.
A homeless man shakes his far-away gaze and looks up into my eyes. I feel shame and guilt for having walked past him a hundred times.
The colours on the trees beckon me to just give them notice.
With the screeching of tires, I slam back to the reality of the moment where the clock ticks it’s regular tick-tock.
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