
My eyes take in some version of the above scene once or twice a week. It flashes before me about a half-hour into my morning jog, just a minute or two after my turnaround point on the Delaware Canal towpath, and then vanishes behind a line of trees within five or six steps. My brain barely has a chance to process anything beyond โWow,โ before my focus has shrunk from that beautiful big-picture perspective to whatever granular โreal-world stuffโ Iโm going to have to face a couple miles down the path.
The other day, I forced myself to stop โ OK, slow, not that I ever move particularly fast โ long enough to snap a quick picture. Guess you could say I had the presence of mind to realize how seldom Iโm truly present in the moments of my life, and here was a perfect example.
(Of course, my intention all along was to use the example in a blog post, in the future, soโฆmaybe that doubly proves the point? ๐ค)
See, the human tendency to time travel is truly torturous. We know our time here is finite, and fleeting, and all we really have to work with/revel in is now, and yet our brains insist on ruminating or rushing ahead. Or they immediately conjure up some distraction, usually involving a cell phone, like how Iโm currently standing on the deck of this amazing log cabin in the Poconos at 5AM on a Sunday, under a glittering canopy of stars, playing an episode of โBetter Call Saulโ on the Netflix app while typing in WordPress and posting a new cover photo on my Facebook profile, for some unfathomable reasonโฆ
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