There is normally a process to these things.
Normally.
What is happening now is less a process than a phenomenon.
It is organic and fluid, as one would expect a process to evolve.
Yet it defies the senses by uniting them.
It is a marvel, a singularity.
It is the awakening exponent of an explosion.
It is momentum.
It is as sudden as a miracle appointed in wonder and chemistry.
It is a blessed angel materializing from thin air.
It is terrifying.
It is mesmerizing.
It is slow motion in fast forward.
It is three hours of pretzel logic without the tick tock of time.
It is life and how to live it.
It is an instance of forever etched,
stretched out over a balmy breezy evening
on a boardwalk bench on the beach in Belmar.
1 comment:
She could not have said it any better....
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