The air in my lungs was never more refreshing, the sun never warmer than in this moment. The sky is the bluest I've ever seen and the grass beneath my legs, the ever dancing, sharp, and soft grass I comb my fingers through has never been so lusciously and vibrantly green. I relax completely and lay my head back, the smell of wet earth becomes dominant. I close my eyes and

Sleep.

Up. Ugh.

Teeth.

Hair. tick

Shirt, pants, shoes. why

Food. tok

Keys.

Car. I don't want to do this anymore.

Work.

Lunch. tick is

Work.

Car. tok

Keys. the

Food. world

Shoes, pants, shirt. I'm so tired.

Face.

Teeth. so tick

Down.

Sleep. gray.

Again.

this time with feeling

Sometimes, and yes I know this is corny, but- sometimes... the light hits the leaves of a tree on a trail you take everyday and it's magic. On that five minute drive to work you hear a laugh outside of your car window and look to see a young family smiling, a little girl swinging in the air and two parents holding her hands with smiles and joy they take for granted. Sometimes your old dog looks back at you with a smile you don't see as often anymore and in that moment she dances for joy because today we are going on her favorite walk.

I don't ever want a day where I don't see those beautiful canines.

Sometimes you get a call from someone you haven't heard from in ages and they just wanted to say 'hi' and 'i love you'. In a moment your heart is only glee and nothing else exists.

Magic exists in the moment. And '...if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.'

They are so brief and in that same moment it is all over.

The hiss of a pressured spring brings in the sound of waves slapping at a sea wall and children screaming gleefully, adults laughing, followed by the slam of a metal storm door- cutting off all outside noise.

“You better not be dripping!” a tone of warning barks from the kitchen just 15 feet from the patio door. Small feet tap anxiously on a worn welcome mat, water droplets sprinkle off during the frantic dance.

“Mawmaw, I hafta poo..” the young girl clutches her towel tighter around her shoulders to keep the cool air from touching her sun-kissed skin as she runs past her grandmother and aunt to a small powder room in the back corner of the house. Little wet footprints are left behind and the aunt was barely able to get the words ‘Careful not to slip.’ before the bathroom door clicked shut. The women laughed with each other and turned back to their important work.

Several slices of bread were laid before them on a long sheet of connected paper towels, Mawmaw had already begun distributing peanut butter on the top row and the jelly sat waiting on the butcher table placed in the middle of the small kitchen space. Aunt Julie went over to her blender full of margarita mix and ice and stared pulsing it again.

There is a bustling silence that comes with the setting sun. Creatures of the day start to rest their heads as night festivities begin.

There is a peace in the inbetween, two worlds meet for only a vibrant moment. On beautiful days like these you can hear the laughter bounce from buildings crowded together- friends meet and rejoyce in their free moments given only in the dark. Music plays as natures melody of the sun fades to silence.

The sun hangs on as long as she can before releasing the land to nights cool hands. Darkness comes in hues of purple, orange and pink- even the sky dances in joy to see her mysterious sparkling sister.

At the very tips of the horizon the stars twinkle in excitement, one day they dream to shine as bright on a planet so lively. Some simply smile- recognizing their brief importance to life so far from their homes.

These gasps are a plea for help and I've called 'FIRE!' but you still won't turn. I know I'm not alone because millions like me are singing the song of the damned. You've removed yourself from the sweating masses and-surrounded by flames- refuse to acknowledge we're in Hell. People are passing buckets of icy water down the line and I watch in agony as you place each at your feet to boil.

"It's my right to not do anything." you reply to echoing screams of frustration, what about ours to respond.

Your shoes begin to melt and you complain of the heat while you now sip and indulge in the icy water shoved your way. The fire still burns. Your relief is temporary. Actions have consequences and if you are't a part of the solution, you have become a part of the problem.

Slick, crisp dew slips quickly down thin blades of grass that dance upon the round hills. A trail of water is left behind that will lead the river who flows freely down to a sudden cliff. Salty water loses itself off the face of the world it knew and onto a texture who drinks it completely.

The morning sun kisses a childs face who doesn’t understand the sight before her. Another tear falls.