Simple Surprises

Without Banners

I know now that nothing announces itself: nothing sends heralds, flies banners, beats drums, to tell me: take notice, for here it comes: the hour that later, I will treasure- a segment of time recalled forever. So, as day follows day, I try to scan its face, form and essence as it moves on in case this is the moment to review or renew, or relive or return to all life through.

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