So life is life and it keeps traveling on without me doing anything. I like that. And writing. And singing and dancing and reading and breathing and being alive. I love to watch the world go by. Today the geese wait in the pond for winds to carry them on, and the last few leaves fall from the tree. Tomorrow might be rainy, with the seagulls and the geese calling insults at each other and the world bustling by under coats and umbrellas. Or it might snow, all the birds and squirrels vanishing into nests and waiting for the time when the heavy flakes stop. Or it might be sunny, and life continues much like today. I love living here and now, to know exactly where I am in the world and knowing that it is me who is the center at that very moment. Even if I’m only seen by the birds, and touched by the wind, every moment is precious. Every moment is eternal.