The Closest Moments

Sometimes, the closest moments are almost throwaways: times when, without planning it, we stumble into an interval, a place, and an activity where we are each totally present.

She remembers reading a book with her father, out on the beach; I remember reading poetry with my mother, sitting there on our old living room furniture.

Moments like these are so good, they always lose something in the telling; however, they are also so good, we should always tell them anyway.

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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