It’s an instagram world: on a given morning where I live, I may be the only person awake and motivated enough to chance that pre-dawn black will catch fire before settling into slate ash before true sunrise.
Sometimes all I see is a dot of red light swaddled in gray, a counterpoint to dessicated berries on emptying branches which host only a few stolid seaside birds.
But with a soundless press of a finger to cool glass I can share each moment’s image with people in other parts of the world–still dreaming, winding down their workdays, daydreaming at mid-day, caught among countless joys and unfathomable sorrows.
The images are for eyes alone: you cannot hear the rustle of seagrass, or seagulls nattering, or a child’s giggle in the distance; you cannot feel the wind or taste the air; you cannot smell a hint of distant sulfur .
My “Just Now” is no one else’s, and no one else’s is truly accessible to me.
In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school near the the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water; she will always think of Boston as her home.
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5 thoughts on “Jasmine Leaves and Rain”
For eyes alone, yes, but I have memories of salty air, and singing surf in surround sound that makes it all come alive. Merry New Year.
A late Merry New Year to you, too . . . . I hope it will bring you back to singing surf and sunshine.
Beautiful words again, Stephanie. “Countless joys and unfathomable sorrow.” How true as we all consider this time of year. Memories simultaneously warm and cold.
Blessings to you in the coming year. May the memories in the days ahead be warm.
Thank you, Alexandria–so well said, and I hope you have a wonderful new year as well.