There are moments in this life, in this brief blip of existence,...

There are moments in this life, in this brief blip of existence, that stand above all the others, that rearrange what you thought of as beautiful, that define it right then and there. As I look back over my own blip of life, there are some that immediately stand out, that rise to the surface like sea foam on some stormy ocean, but to be quite frank, one keeps rising even above that. One, is the lightning strike above that sea foam, the bolt of electricity and shock that connected me (once again, long story) to everything bigger than myself. I remember it, without any photographs necessary but damn it’s nice having them, as clearly today as the day it happened, I remember the smell, the sight, the temperature of the air. I remember the sound of water under that old bridge, I remember the way the dirt rustled under her boots. I remember the quiet sashay of emerald fabric, I remember the bagpiper warming up far in the distance. I remember turning, facing the light she’s always been, and truly falling into awe for the deepest and most true point in my life. Everything else, from the moment I turned, fell away. Everything else faded, all sound, all life, it was her, and it was me, and it was slow-motion in such a perfect and painful way..

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You across the bridge,

me standing in perfect awe.

There was nothing else.

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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson

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