There is something

about the light

and the rain falling

that makes this moment

precious

numinous.

In a different moment

I’m watching a pre-teen

refuse her mother’s attempts

to take a photo of her.

It seemed, sadly, to make her feel

uncomfortable.

In another moment

I am consoling a student

whose grandmother

is about to pass away

after the girl

‘saw her for the last time’.

Life

like a swollen river

has eddies

and special flows.

What to make of it?

Be present,

pay attention,

open your heart.

The rest follows.