A puddle reflects the Port Authority Building, and the rippled mirror that gathers light and water and steel and glass and concrete and your eyes halts you.
The subway station echoes with quiet, and its still womb that otherwise holds so much movement haunts you into peace.
You glimpse across the dining table at your partner of so many meals and her smirk emits such radiance your mouth stops chewing in appreciation.
A man opens his heart and home to a family knocked homeless from a tornado and you’re stunned in admiration and recognition of what you’re capable of.
Anna Akhmatova writes,
A land not mine, still
the waters of its ocean
chill and fresh.
sand on the bottom whiter than chalk,
and the air drunk, like wine,
late sun lays bare
the rosy limbs of the pinetrees.
Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again.
May we all capture those moments when we remember who and what we are.
Share your Friday’s three highlights below – and let us know where you’re writing from. Happy Friday.
See you in the woods,
The 3 Highlights Guy