Capture the moment…

Capture the moment… be present. be still.  be here.  You’ll be okay…

I look over and see the green bunches of leaves that were drooping now swinging and that same breath of wind now dances its way slowly over to me, gently pulling the hanging strands of hair that have dried long and loose today.  One, two, three. One two three.  I imagine a waltz but I don’t know if that’s because it really is one or because it’s the only type of dance I can think of (well, that and the cha cha, but it certainly isn’t that one…).  We pick up the dance again now and then, swaying to the melody of birdsong joined now and then by buoyant bursts of merriment from laughing kids playing (probably kicking a football—soccer ball—), somewhere a couple blocks away.  Faint and intermittent barking and softly rumbling engines carry the beat.  one two three…

(now, I suppose if I’m to be completely honest in my writing and if I want to accurately paint the entirety of the scene surrounding me, I should admit that my phone sits on the chair next to me on my left, playing its own melodies—and throwing off my whole 1-2-3 waltzing rambling a little…—to the “Rhythm of One Heart Beating”…).  Λοιπόν… (Anyway…)

Now, every once in a while, the gentle breath that invites me to dance sends, too, a subtle smattering of goose bumps down my arms (arms bared to the sun to soak in thewonder of such a beautiful day and the downright awe that it’s all happening in February… πολύ ωραία… (very beautiful/lovely/wonderful).  I close my eyes against the brightness of a sun starting to make its scheduled evening descent. Will you leave so soon? Stay a while longer…

I close my eyes and let the warmth settle over me and chase away the wind’s tempting chill.  And in this way I can postpone the inevitability of donning my waiting jacket just a little bit longer…

Capture the moment.. see feel taste the beauty of the day.  The gift of the present.  Breathe it in and let it out…

Did you ever imagine you would be here? Not simply warm and outside in a tanktop on a Saturday in February… Not just living for a stint in a new country immersed in a culture, language, loveliness entirely different…

Not even just curled up like a cat on a chair on the little rooftop space kitty-corner from your bedroom window with a view of the surrounding mountains beyond the trees embracing you under the bluest sky streaked here and there by the faintest and lightest brushstrokes of clouds masterfully and artfully placed in the purest white, the wind dancing with your hair, the orchestra picks up the tune…And the sun—close your eyes and raise you sunkissed a little higher for just a moment… breathe in and breathe out…. let the warmth and the moving stillness fill you, settle you, sustain you…

No.  Not even just here in this place in this moment (though truly I never ever imagined I’d find myself writing on a rooftop in February and a tank top under the beautiful bright Greek sun…).  No.  Even more.  The gentle sailing of your pen across the page in rolling waves of inky blue that leaves a lingering wake of these foamy white beautiful memories, brings now to you a feeling of purpose and completeness in your writing that you hadn’t realized until now that you had been missing.  And now it moves to find the words to describe a moment you could never in your wildest or calmest dreams ever ever imagine….

Capture the moment.  feel the chill of the waltzing whispering wind.  let your ears stretch to the happily mumbling birds and that pesky bumbling bee buzzing by your head.  lift your face one more time to the sun, now setting a bit lower on this beautiful day, promising more soon to come with a bright shining wink. 

Capture the moment. Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Be present.  Be still.  Be here.  Be grateful.  Be content.  Smile.  You are okay…

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και η ζωή είναι ωραία...

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