Moments

There is one moment that I have come to love, and I never miss it when I walk to and from classes. As I pass by a long brick house with crooked wooden panels on the front door, there is a fairly good sized maple tree that is greener than green, with hints of reds in the small helicopter leaves that cling to the star-like leaves that grow thereon. As my head is surrounded by the leaves, I look up, and for one brief second, I see the canopy of green that dazzles my eyes and makes me want to seize the brown branches that are twisting throughout the greens and tints of red and climb to the very top of their home. Then I look down, and my forehead barely touches the lowest branch adorned with the biggest leaves of all, and I smile, closing my eyes, and keep walking ready and willing to face my day renewed with a determination to be happy and confident in my ability to live my life the way I want it to be.

As I was walking one day, a flock of birds was coming my way, they never fly where I can see, but today was different. They came up behind, to the side and in front. I whipped my head round, trying to see every feather, beak and wing. It was over in an instant, but I’ll never forget that moment when the birds flew round my head.

Hyrum walks slowly, a little wobbly, around my laptop, peeking around the screen. “Boo!” I say, because it was so perfect, he smiled and started around again. Our little game went on for a while, but there was a moment when, Hyrum, my little nephew looked at me with such utter disdain, I thought I would freeze in my tracks. But then he smiles, and hides behind two pudgy little hands and cries, “Boo!”