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.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.