... that moment you choose...

It is not what you first think.

 There is no effort of will, no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living. 

There is only paying attention to the quiet each morning,

 while you hold your cup in the cool air 

& then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth upon the table 

& invite the whole day in again.

~storypeople

week thirty-eight

52 photos project

{Something Really Small}

the end of the tack.

is really small.

enjoy the moments.

just BE.

robin.