Of A Fleeting Moment
My father once told me, “in our solar system that is so full of darkness, there is a tiny prick of light, and you choose to focus on that.” Beauty has a strong presence in my life. It is full of sentiment and emotion. It comes into my life and leaves quickly. It remains in my memory as a tangible sensory experience of a fleeting moment. It is the heavy thing that leaves an imprint on my soul. Beauty is my story.