If life were made of moments
full moon, eerie clouds
waxing howls tumble over
dead silent mountains
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Living close against a mountain range means that I spend a lot of time looking out into my backyard, ignoring the street and house lights to the east that interfere with an otherwise uninterrupted view. Though I’ve had my living room window view for four years now, I still find myself looking out, looking up, and always seeing something new and spectacular in the sky. Stepping outside to feel it more. Wanting to capture it in a photograph yet knowing that even Hubble photographs can only represent a fraction of the beauty that is experienced in person.
Some moments are only meant as moments. Trying to capture them, to more fully share or relive the moment, is impossible.
That was very beautiful, and very true