In an instant, they’re gone.
So many of them happen unnoticed, disguised as mundane spaces between the exciting moments that become legends.
It’s in the first cool drops of a spring rain.
It’s in the earthy scent of rich, black soil.
It’s in the giggles of a happy child…
… and in the cries of an infant at midnight.
It’s in the rays of a bright sun, warming the skin and lifting the spirits.
Life in all its mundane glory.