Golden

It is hard when the world can be so darn beautiful not to just stand and stand and stare until your exhausted body succumbs to gravity.

I was listening to robins and wrens. Pigeons and magpies were starting to roost. A moorhen settled into the reed bed.

Small flies were illuminated by the setting sun like stars of their own miniature universe.

A woman riding a horse and talking on the phone rode past. Two men jogged with earbuds. Cars passed on the road nearby. And all the time there was this unexceptional sublimity. The every day is exactly what you can't afford to let slip.