Amazement of this kind is rarely felt twice. Life quickly wears it down.
—— Gaston Bachelard
Simple enjoyment in every moment.
Sharing beauty so fragile.
So completely in the here and now.
A slight deterioration along one edge.
Integral to appreciation.
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
O! the joys, that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Ere I was old!
Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere,
Which tells me, Youth’s no longer here!
O Youth! for years so many and sweet,
‘Tis known, that Thou and I were one,
I’ll think it but a fond conceit—
It cannot be that Thou art gone!
—— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Attachments to outcome.
Plans to share some “great idea”.
Gone, the moment.
Visions ne’er again to see.