A Keeper

Whatever those few moments are in a life, that reverberate with a quelling importance and visual vibrancy, there was one today. Walking alone on a particularly winsome street, the wind blew small currents of air around my feet and flapping coat. The ground was nearly blanketed in yellow leaves that shhh-ed like the sound of flipping a sheaf of paper. They linked hands and waltzed through the air, rushing by me in a gust of wind and settling just as quickly as they had risen. For a moment, I felt alone in the most deliciously isolated way.

I don't know if it's all that yoga I've been doing or what, but I mentally clung to the moment as it whisked by in the passing seconds and resolved to shelve it in the KEEPER section of my memory bank.