I
saw a sliver of a moon above the house early this morning, just a shaving of
silver light in a dark sunrise sky, and it started me thinking about other
slivers, other shreds of things I’ve come across. So much of my life, in fact,
seems made up of these kinds of small, flake-like things, mere scraps of experience,
that often pass unnoticed. Someone passing me on the street, for instance, or a
piece of a wind wandering past the house, or a fragment of a few words heard in
the supermarket – these are slivers like this morning’s small moon above the
house, just slight little experiences that sometimes disappear unseen and
unappreciated. Even happiness, I guess, is like this – presented to me mostly
in splinters and shards that can sail right past me if I’m not alert. I was
lucky to look up this morning to see the silver flake of the moon, and
hopefully I’ll be lucky, too, to see the little chips of happiness strewn
around me today.
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