Moments

Today I went downtown trying to catch the sunset and it was one of those evenings that couldn't have been more beautiful.

In Stanley Park, I had a moment walking by the lagoon, that mirrored the pink and purple clouds behind the willow trees, where I jumped at a shadow of a branch and suddenly felt completely powerless to the awesomeness of my surroundings. I thought of my parents and wondered if they were thinking of me. I thought of Joel, and Mike, and Loralie, and Kevin, and Max, and Glyne, and Christine, and a few other people who I know can instantly jump out of the society created mindset and appreciate the world in all it's glory and be awed by it's beauty without having to think about it, and I wondered if they were thinking of me.

I thought about the some of the deepest lyrics I've ever heard, and listened to the most beautiful songs I had on my iPod at the time, longing for Mozart or Bach, but loving every component of the songs and appreciating the power of silence between breaths, beats, harmonies and melodies and even gasping when it all stopped for half a beat.

I thought of my closest friends, and the friends who I love dearly but don't keep in touch with. I thought of relatives I haven't seen in so long, who I miss and love so much that in the moment I thought of them, the tears built up in a sudden heartbeat.

I thought about what I really want from myself in life, and the strongest desire to sing came out of nowhere and so I sang quietly, because, I was out in public, but had I been alone at home I would have sang at the top of my lungs. When I did get home, I think I startled the dog upstairs.

When the moment passed, I opened my eyes and I was on a beach far away, still listening to beautiful music, breathing in the salt of the ocean and I raced home to eat and phone and chat with my friends and write and write and write and the point of this story is:

No how shitty of a day, or a week, or a month, or a year, or a lifetime you may be having - a moment can change everything.